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A sigma male who builds the sexiest shit on rec room
“Yo did you see Asriel’s classic sonic model?” “Yeah, sexiest shit ever, I’d fuck it tbh” “Outta pocket my man 🗿🗿🗿.”
@Asriel.Dreemur. On rec room
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Somebody who has a fetish for lego brick pixels and deaf old people. Usually don't speak because they sound like a whale having an orgasm.
Yo look at that Rec Room Dater. I wonder if his mother stopped taking the birth control.
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A game of football played in ones living room, usually played whilst intoxicated.
Man, that rum was good, up for some Living Room Football?
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Slang term for homosexual.
That dude, well, between you and I, I think he's smokin' in the boy's room.
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man/woman at the gym who always seems to be lifting, working out, etc. While in front of a mirror admiring themselves. At times grunting, and doing other things to draw attention to themself and their "ripped physique"
Often wearing sleeveless shirt or tight clothing.
Guy 1 : ARGH!!! I'm gettin a serious pump curling these 75s mike, my biceps feel totally destroyed. Can you tell? Let's go by that group of women near the mirror and we can all watch me kill my biceps some more.
Guy 2:Lewis are you fucking douche? Fucking weight room tool
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An alienating experience conditioned by having been enforced to live contrary to ones nature.
'Some people die at 25 and aren't buried until 75 but continue to exist in the Dead Souls Waiting Room'.
Benjamin Franklin.
1)Someone who:
Has a mortal fear of showers.
Cuts his filthy, puke-inducing toenails right in front of you.
Hawks up phlegm, and then chews it and swallows, around fifty times an day.
Farts around 50 times an hour, and laughs every fucking time, like a fucking moron.
Doesn't even own a fucking toothbrush.
Tells you when he's just masturbated, and describes it in intricate detail.
2)Proof that no god exists.
Paul:Man, I saw your room-mate yesterday. I swear to God I could smell him from 50 yards. How THE FUCK can you live with him?
John: I don't know, I just don't know. I can't go on like this, John! I just can't!
* Starts crying on Paul's shoulder*
Paul: * pats John on the back*
There, there. There there.