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December 21 2012 22:01 GMT

TL I've hit 2k, so I thought I would talk about some real life experiences that I've had since my time on TL. Also I'll be writing full blogs for the rest of this stuff later on, do not worry about that, these are just short synopsys about things TL has helped me overcome or ignore completely while I read terrible girl blogs. BTW all of these blogs are coming blogs, so get excited

Life, Love, and Liquid

The last 2 years have been INSANE, I think my account is almost 3 years old by now or something like that, i know I got Starcraft2 in 2010 when it came out, but I had been following TL for slightly longer due to Husky plugging many times in his videos. I love TL, the community is amazing, but what is even more amazing is being part of the community. So without further adieu, here are the good the bad, and the funny things that have occured since my first post in this addicting place.

Part 1: U Gotta Sk8
Since the beginning of highschool, I've wanted to get back into skateboarding and more specifically longboarding. Since then, every time I try to skateboard, something happens to me. This is usually rememedied by me going on TL and venting about it LOL. To be very honest, without coming to TL to just let off steam, I think I would die from stupidity. From my time in my home town, I have been pulled over by a security guard on my skateboard, forced to walk home from there. Even more frustrating than that, I have seen at least 3 different old, white, 4 door driving, old, crotchety, old, speeding, and did I mention old, people try to hit me. Literally, they speed up to ~~hit my ass~~ save me from my heathen ways of riding a board attached to wheels. I kid you not, I have had to dive from my board, wipe out, and even get flipped off by various people way over my age group; yep, that's right guys, the mature thing to do to a skatboarder is to instead of letting ride to the right of the road like he is allowed, try to either run him over, or speed up so that he has to bail before you run him over; most importantly, remember the coup-de-grace of maturity by taking away his right of way and then flipping him off for doing absolutely nothing wrong.

Part 2: Getting caught
This year was the first year I've been caught for having a stash of condoms, and more recently (today in fact) being seen in the act. Yep. without TL I really don't think I could survive that kind of embarrassment. It starts out with your mom finding your condoms in a tennis bag (after all what else am I supposed to do with a tennis bag?) and it all ends with your brother finding your pants off in a field with your girlfriend. Of course I've denied it every time, but at this point I don't think they believe me. Thank god I have TL, or else I might not be able to read about ClouD enlarging his dick, which makes me a little bit less weird about getting caught... I don't really know why. After successfully playing it all off, I hope at least, we will see how everything goes.
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Part 3: Out of place
TL is the one place I could come to after a hard day at tennis practice. Now tennis wouldn't be so bad if I didn't have a horrendously annoying arm injury. My right arm (dominant) has been out of its socket for almost 3 years now. It is insane to think about. I've gone through physical therapy 2 times, multiple procedures to test my arm just to see what the hell was wrong with it. I've had lytocaine shots, the whole shabang has happened to my right arm. Every day I drove home from tennis practice, except I would only use my left arm to drive since my right arm would just hang limp in pain. After practice I would always let my arm hang while I browse TL with my left arm, and believe me, this place is a god send for getting my mind off of things. After getting harrassed about my arm not really being injured, after all the tendonitis, golfer's elbow, arm-socket issues, and worst of all mocking from my own coaches, I can say that TL is a place I have always found refuge in. *(also I'm sparing you guys a picture on this one because A) if I showed a picture of what my arm looks like some of you might be either disgusted or start clutching your right arms vigorously to make sure your ligaments don't tear / B) I don't want to post a meme becaue I'm trying to ween myself from them for 2 weeks of posting since they don't always add to my posts. I'll post small ones that don't hit people in the face after that, but in small amounts so they are minimalist)

Thank you for all the great times TL, I love you guys. 3k here i come.