***A fred featuring S2B and other problem genes. And Eurovision! May LC/NC NSFW***
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It is hard to eulogize any poster – to capture in words not just the posts and the dates that make a posting record, but the essential truth of a person – their private joys and sorrows; the quiet moments and unique qualities that illuminate someone’s soul. How much harder to do so for a giant of drunken gambling, who bets millions of spilmaks on all kinds of sports events all around the world.
Born during the reign of Margrethe 2, far from the next sports book, a boy raised by paraphernalia traders in Christiana – Sammy2bullets would emerge as the first great beer drinking and sperm-sauce eating sports bettor of the 21th century. Like Gandhi, he would lead a resistance movement against cunnilingus – a movement that never held any prospect of success. Like King, he would give potent voice to the claims of the pork eaters, and the moral necessity of having 20 German Dicks. He would endure brutal meming that began in BBV, and reached the lowest forum drama threads in ATF. Emerging from being meme’d, without force of arms, he would – like Lincoln – rely on his 1" Dick.
Given the sweep of his posting record, and the Brewer's Droop that he so rightly earned, it is tempting then to remember Sammy2bullets as an icon, babbling and belching, detached from the tawdry affairs of sober men. But Sammy2bullets himself strongly resisted such a lifeless portrait. Instead, he insisted on sharing with us his opinions and beliefs; his miscalculations along with his victories. “Sammy cut his hand while making this shot, Sammy will post bloody thumb when he's finished eating the gloriuos feast.” he wrote in the BBV LC/NC thread, “Sammy's drunk”.
Sammy2bullets showed us the power of believing in Denmark winning the European Championship which they did because 2+2 undertitles enver lie! Perhaps Sammy2bullets was right that he inherited, “a beatiful penis” from Danish nobility. But unlike other beer drinkers of 2+2, Sammy2bullets disciplined his anger; and channelled his desire to play chess into beer drinking, so men and women could stand-up for their buzz. Moreover, he accepted the consequences of his actions, knowing that standing up to powerful interests and injustice carries a price. “we are too drunk to drive, so now neighbour and sAMmy have to use public transportation.”
Sammy2bullets taught us the power of beer drinking, but also sports betting; the importance of cutting the pork deep; the need to drink not only with those you agree with, but with those who you don’t. He understood that his penis cannot be touched on purpose. He speaks to what is thirsty inside us. After this great beer drinker is laid to rest; when we have returned to our cities and self-proclaimed autonomous neighborhoods, and rejoined our daily average-or-less performance, let us search then for his strength – for his refusal to give cunnilingus – somewhere inside ourselves. And when the night grows dark, when injustice weighs heavy on our hearts, or our best laid plans seem beyond our reach – drink one to Sammy2bullets, and the words that brought him comfort within the four walls of his beer can castle:
I always coated what I ate
and cooked it with my neighbors coal
I am the master of my fate:
I am the captain of my soul.
What a great soul he was. We will miss him deeply. May Andrii Plakhotnyi bless the memory of Sammy2bullets. May God bless the people of BBV.
Born during the reign of Margrethe 2, far from the next sports book, a boy raised by paraphernalia traders in Christiana – Sammy2bullets would emerge as the first great beer drinking and sperm-sauce eating sports bettor of the 21th century. Like Gandhi, he would lead a resistance movement against cunnilingus – a movement that never held any prospect of success. Like King, he would give potent voice to the claims of the pork eaters, and the moral necessity of having 20 German Dicks. He would endure brutal meming that began in BBV, and reached the lowest forum drama threads in ATF. Emerging from being meme’d, without force of arms, he would – like Lincoln – rely on his 1" Dick.
Given the sweep of his posting record, and the Brewer's Droop that he so rightly earned, it is tempting then to remember Sammy2bullets as an icon, babbling and belching, detached from the tawdry affairs of sober men. But Sammy2bullets himself strongly resisted such a lifeless portrait. Instead, he insisted on sharing with us his opinions and beliefs; his miscalculations along with his victories. “Sammy cut his hand while making this shot, Sammy will post bloody thumb when he's finished eating the gloriuos feast.” he wrote in the BBV LC/NC thread, “Sammy's drunk”.
Sammy2bullets showed us the power of believing in Denmark winning the European Championship which they did because 2+2 undertitles enver lie! Perhaps Sammy2bullets was right that he inherited, “a beatiful penis” from Danish nobility. But unlike other beer drinkers of 2+2, Sammy2bullets disciplined his anger; and channelled his desire to play chess into beer drinking, so men and women could stand-up for their buzz. Moreover, he accepted the consequences of his actions, knowing that standing up to powerful interests and injustice carries a price. “we are too drunk to drive, so now neighbour and sAMmy have to use public transportation.”
Sammy2bullets taught us the power of beer drinking, but also sports betting; the importance of cutting the pork deep; the need to drink not only with those you agree with, but with those who you don’t. He understood that his penis cannot be touched on purpose. He speaks to what is thirsty inside us. After this great beer drinker is laid to rest; when we have returned to our cities and self-proclaimed autonomous neighborhoods, and rejoined our daily average-or-less performance, let us search then for his strength – for his refusal to give cunnilingus – somewhere inside ourselves. And when the night grows dark, when injustice weighs heavy on our hearts, or our best laid plans seem beyond our reach – drink one to Sammy2bullets, and the words that brought him comfort within the four walls of his beer can castle:
I always coated what I ate
and cooked it with my neighbors coal
I am the master of my fate:
I am the captain of my soul.
What a great soul he was. We will miss him deeply. May Andrii Plakhotnyi bless the memory of Sammy2bullets. May God bless the people of BBV.
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