i left to watch the arsenal game you stinky ♥♥♥♥

♥♥♥♥ teammate, Leaves game cause he is tilting

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just big and greedy…

heres the story. picture the seen. i get home after along day of studeying and sit at my gaming rig keen to play some games. log onto discord and start chatting with my adoring mate lees and that NASTY ROTTEN CONGESTED TART will. what we playing? rust of course. same as ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ ALWAYS. everything is always what the big jiggly, chicken bone sucking, crisp packet licking, dirty finger nail biting ♥♥♥♥♥♥ wants. so i say "why dont we play something else :)" in my cute girly voice. guess what? NO. the games HAVE to be tactical and have guns and combat to tickle his fat little fancy. hes fat and gross. if we just had a bit of range in our catalogue maybe we'd have some fun. sadly this will never happen, cause he takes after his fat mother and stinking ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ dad.
rock on

okay here me out, fatty boom boom likes to PVP, and i know, im thinking the same thing. How does a boulder with stumpy arms pvp on a serious game like rust. EXACTLY, he cant, so what does he do , hes dies like and loses all our loot and intead of saying sorry, smiles and drools over his new t-shirt mummy pig got for him. NO FARMING for white precious over here, he says his legs get tired from trying to find nodes as he has to drag his melting thighs along the floor. Hes so fat his eyelids drag him down. You'd think after all this PVP his fat covered brain would take in some on this game sense but clearly he does the same thing over and over again. PVP...DIE...PVP...DIE, the story of Mark Labbert- AKA 'The Beast' from the chase