Nine years on steam and 4,000 hours of CS:GO yet you claim not to posses a mic? Let me guess, you're a 40-something basement dweller who can't even leave his house without cowering in fear that you may come across another human being in the wild that isn't your mom. Not that you can look your mom in the eyes anyway, lest she peer at the pathetic face she regrets having birthed into existence. Can't beg your dad to give you ten bucks to purchase a mic on Amazon? Right, he won't speak to your putrid self since he can't bear the guilt of having failed at raising his own child. That or he can't stomach the disgusting stench which wafts around your fat wheel-chair-bound grease-addled thing you call a body. But alas, there is a cure for such a predicament! Suffocate in your own fat folds and rot until your dog devours your corpse, human waste.

Nine years on steam and 4000 hours of CS:GO yet you claim not to posses a mic? Let me guess, you're a 40-something basement dweller who can't even leave his house without cowering in fear that you may come across another human being in the wild that isn't your mom. Not that you can look your mom in the eyes anyway, lest she peer at the pathetic face she regrets having birthed into existence. Can't beg your dad to give you ten bucks to purchase a mic on Amazon? Right, he won't speak to your putrid self since he can't bear the guilt of having failed at raising his own child. That or he can't stomach the disgusting stench which wafts around your fat wheel-chair-bound grease-addled thing you call a body. But alas, there is a cure for such a predicament! Suffocate in your own fat folds and rot until your dog devours your corpse, human waste.

+rep mad cuz bad then calls you slurs in chat

Nine years on steam and 4000 hours of CS:GO yet you claim not to posses a mic? Let me guess, you're a 40-something basement dweller who can't even leave his house without cowering in fear that you may come across another human being in the wild that isn't your mom. Not that you can look your mom in the eyes anyway, lest she peer at the pathetic face she regrets having birthed into existence. Can't beg your dad to give you ten bucks to purchase a mic on Amazon? Right, he won't speak to your putrid self since he can't bear the guilt of having failed at raising his own child. That or he can't stomach the disgusting stench which wafts around your fat wheel-chair-bound grease-addled thing you call a body. But alas, there is a cure for such a predicament! Suffocate in your own fat folds and rot until your dog devours your corpse, human waste.

lol get kicked

have you guys considered having fun?