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Let me tell you a story.
A story of horror, fear, and love.
So, I met this guy on CS. He was nice and he seemed like a sigma male.
After some time, we developed a romantic relationship.
He invited me—via handwritten card—to his house for a CS LAN party with extras.
As he commanded, I went there… We embraced each other as friends. While doing that,
he whispered in my ear: "Pound me like a Wiener Schnitzel."
I obeyed so I wouldn’t disappoint my friend. So, I did what had to be done.
While doing that, he took off his shoes and socks. The smell killed me…
It was so intense—a mixture of cheese, vinegar, sh*t, and dead fish.
He wanted me to… To… Suck that…
Vomiting from the intense smell, I did not want to do that. So I apologized
and said no. He refused and…
Well, I had to flee—on one of his donkeys. His name is now Dave the III, and I love him
like my own cat.
Kids, don’t go to LAN parties if your friend is an immigra—eee, a stranger
AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA your friend Salami so funny