After a few months after we met I developed a crush on you since your voice, energy, and personality had a really unique combination. Nothing super crazy but I had a special appreciation for it and was always intrigued by you since we were so close back then in the good ole overwatch days. And then a couple more years later we matured, started beginning our lives, and I still held a deep respect and appreciation for you so I didn't want to make things weird or disturb the positive energy that we had in our history, but I started liking you a little more since you matched my maturity and became more casual of a person and I started masturbating to you frequently to the point where my balls expanded from ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ 8-10 times a night and my ♥♥♥♥ got bigger over time. Really insane and not something i would really say to someone but i figured id wait to tell you until sometime when you were single, something abou you is just naturally enamoring

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*slow claps*
*steps out of the shadows*
Heh... not bad, kid. Not bad at all. Your meme, I mean. It's not bad. A good first attempt. It's plenty dank... I can tell it's got some thought behind it... lots of quotable material...
But memeing isn't all sunshine and rainbows, kid. You're skilled... that much I can tell. But do you have what it takes to be a Memester? To join those esteemed meme ranks? To call yourself a member of the Ruseman's Corps? Memeing takes talent, that much is true. But more than that it takes heart. The world-class Memesters - I mean the big guys, like Johnny Hammersticks and Billy Kuahana - they're out there day and night, burning the midnight meme-oil, working tirelessly to craft that next big meme.