you play like a god 🔥 add me pls

You know NOTHING. ♥♥♥♥ing keyboard warriors. You act all tough and hard on the internet. But you fell in love with the first cashier that smiles at you like the rest of us. The first grill that gives you attention? Instant one-itis. Doing a group project in high-school or uni = instant love for YEARS to come. What do you think why thousands of sailors fail for sirens? Don't you think they'd learn from the mistakes others make and avoid sirens? The succubi lays a spell upon you and you are trapped. Brain's out of order and you have only one thing in mind, Her. It's the most ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ thing in the world and you WILL fall for it too if you don't avoid grills like the plague. Mark my ♥♥♥♥ing words, keyboard-stroker

Stuart Little has ruined my family. Last summer, I approached the miserable mouse in the street, and asked him for his autograph, because my son is a huge fan. The ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ rat gave me the autograph and told me to burn in hell. Later, when I gave my son the autograph he started crying and said he hated me. Turns out the ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ didnt write his autograph, no, he wrote “you’re a piece of ♥♥♥♥, and i ♥♥♥♥♥♥ your mom”. I’m now divorced, and planning a huge class-action lawsuit against the white devil that ruined my life. Your time is almost over, Stuart. All the people you’ve wronged will rise against you.

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̜͔̙͎̹͚ͅ ̣̬̞̘̳̪ ̺͉ ̪͍͕͎͇̯͕(̟̖̫͢o̥̖)̩̜̤̹-͙-͓̳̦̺(̯͍͕o͏͉̮͙̦)͖͍
̷ ̴͖̰̘̲ ̥̭̳͞/̰̘͙̭̣̭̯.̭̗̳̗͔͕̥_͖̰͓̱̯_̘͕̭͙̺̳_̘̺̦_̼̪͙͙̫̻̯_͎͡_̴̙̙̣̩̞.̣̙͙̞\͙̼̱̙̳
̭ͅ ̸̥͎̗ ҉͚̬̟͉̰̜̙\̖͍_̷_͕͎̺̺̱_̭͡_̶̫͍̘_̦͢_̠͚̼̳_̪̤͇̩͞_̸͖͎̪̝͕/͍̮̠̪̪̭̗
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͚͍̺̦̻̖͖ ̸̗̦̥̺̭͉ͅ\ ̱̼̝̟͓\͖_̵̝\̣́\̗̗͍͜/͓͓̞̩̀/̴͈̞̹̖_͙̠̳͈̼̝̤/̩̠͉̜̤͘ ͈̦̩͚̗̪̀/̡͓
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Why don't you do a 720° turn counterclockwise and suck a 13.9 inch ♥♥♥♥ while inhaling approximately 193 liters of pure oxygen, causing you to pass out due to an excess of oxygen in the lungs. After that, you will proceed to fall down 1,290,920 flights of stairs, at the end of which is a 3 x 6 x 4 foot hole filled with solid steel spikes with a base of 12 centimeters, a length of 60.96 centimeters, and a side of 3860.1216 centimeters. Finally, when your body hits the spikes, a standard U.S. Army M18A1 Claymore mine will detect your flailing ragdollesque body and proceed to explode, projecting 700 1⁄8-inch steel balls at a velocity of 3,937 ft/s into a 60° fan-shaped pattern that is 6.5 feet high and 50 m wide at a range of 50 m. Proceed to engage in coitus with a multiple cacti of varying species, you unsuccessful abortion.

The current plan is to jack off in front your Kinect, saying "bomb the president, bomb the president".