a pretty bad game, the only thing going for it are the women on it, gets boring when it gets harder
i rented this game for 5 days and i already felt i was finished
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An event created summer of 2009, and held in Anchorage, Alaska on a random Thursday night, where teams of "girlfriends" enjoy a scavenger hunt throughout downtown, stopping at the local bars and misc places along the way. Each team must have a theme, and dress up as well as decorate their shopping cart accordingly. They must also have a digital camera to document their tasks and a check off list for the bartenders at each stop to initial after the specified drink has been drunk. We do not encourage stealing shopping carts and will take full responsibility for such actions once we're arrested, because there's a good chance it'll happen.
B: "what is all this talk about shopping cart races and how did i get involved?"
K: "your girlfriend agreed to it without your knowledge, now you're stuck. It'll be fun, shopping carts, decorations, booze... and possibly an arrest"
B:"i knew if i hung out with people with tattoos and piercings, this would happen..."
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A game; where upon a man smothers his erect penis with Vaseline or some other comparable lubricant, wraps it with sandpaper, and then proceeds to masturbate.
He wins by ejaculating before the lube is replaced with blood.
-"Why isn't Bobby in class today?"
-"He played Race Against Time last night, and lost."
-"Yikes!"
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A man who likes to engage in promiscuous interracial gay sex in restaurant bathrooms.
Frank: "Hey buddy. Name's Frank. You a race car driver?"
Teddy: "Oh yes."
*Frank and Teddy commence with gay sex in stall four*
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The sexual act of covering one's flacid penis in peanut butter, to be licked off by a large amount of dogs/puppies.
Nick: (Covers penis in peanut butter) Time for another day at the races! Who wants to see me get my D wet?
Declan: Nick, all those puppies are ignoring you!
Nick: Aw crap.
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Usually consist of fags in 4 cylinder piece of shits racing the only people they can beat, each other. They have a high sticker to horsepower ratio, have a wing that can be seen over a truck, and have coffee mug exhaust technology. These are usually ricers or ricerlike Meshuggah who drive civics, preludes, integras, etc. They refuse to believe their cars are not meant for racing and sound like lawn mowers except do not haul as much. Also are blind to the fact that there is no replacement for displacement, as even honda makes all their highest quality cars like Acuras 6 cylinders. Even if one of these lawn mower type vehicles reach high horsepower levels, they are lucky not to break down within their first 1/4 mile run because these engines arent meant for that kind of power. They are stupid enough to pull up to 300+ horsepower Mustang Cobras, Camaro SS/Trans Am, and even Corvettes. The sorriest thing is that they acually think they can win.
Ricer #1 -"Yo dawg, look at my predlude, look at it's body kit, neon lights, rims, HUGE wing, MAD stickas, and Huge exhaust. Oh AND IT'S VTEC."
Ricer #2 -"OH HELL YEA, STICKAS AND VTEC BABY. DAMNNNN that shit looks FAST,it must be a beast"
Ricer #1 -"Nawww dawg, look what else I got under the hood, an INTAKE. I have to race this baby, taking it to the races tonight"
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At the races he finds a 320hp 5.7L V8 Pushrod Camaro SS. He decides it is a good idea to rev up next to the Camaro. The Camaro revs back and prelude ricer all of a sudden has a brown substance dripping through his legs. He gets the ass raping of a life time at that race. The ricer then went home and realized why he had lost. He said he would come back for that Camaro more powerful than ever. Later the next day he went and bought a bigger exhaust.
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My Website, www.racing-fast.com
Come to my site, www.racing-fast.com
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