Ozymandias‎ : wow relax mr socially awkward virgin

Ozymandias‎ : dude you are annoying over text coms i feel really bad for your team cuz they have to listen to you

congradulations on being the dumbest ♥♥♥♥ in csgo. Your contribution to the game was mininal and I hope mom beats your ass for being possibly the dumest ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ mongoliod ive ever played with. see you at dinner
love, brother <3 :)
xoxo

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♥♥♥♥♥♥ leaves 2nd round

A really beautiful waitress came to my table to talk to me. I'd had 3-4 root beers at this point, so I was feeling really confident, and I said something like "So, uh, you...you like...waitressing?" or something equally clever.
After I asked her the question, I kept my eyes locked with hers to demonstrate my confidence, held my drink to my mouth, and tried to locate the straw with my lips instead of looking at it. My lips fished around the glass for the longest eight seconds of my life, and in that moment, time completely slowed down and this look of absolute horror grew across the waitress's face. With each passing second she realized what a complete ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ loser I am. I must have looked like a horse whispering something in French. By the time I actually found the straw, she got the hell out of there, and I was left alone slurping down my last root beer. There wouldn't be a single refill from that point on; I didn't need to ask to know it.