Ocean man, take me by the hand, lead me to the land, that you understand.

-Rep . I once was in a Counter-Strike PUG with this kid back in 2014. He seemed like an ambitious player that wanted to get his career started. So, with 3 other of my buddies and this guy, we formed a professional CS:GO team, known as KRADYKILLERS. We did decent, got into a local LAN tournament and ♥♥♥♥. Often, I would organize practice parties at my crib. We would puff on some ganja, eat snacks, kick it, and play Counter-Strike. After the smoke n practice sesh was finished, all my friends headed home except for this player, MACCREDIN, who begged me to spend the night as my house. He exclaimed, "Please man, my mom hates when I come home high...". I figured okay, this can't be too bad, I'll just have him sleep in the guest room of my place. Later that night, I heard my door open while I was watching old JackScepticEye videos. I quickly shut off my phone and pretended to be asleep. I felt a cold hand come across my thigh, and it started it's painful journey to my ♥♥♥♥.

The big top banana proud boys will triumph over those bottom bin chimp antifa chumps

♥♥♥♥♥♥s

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