*I don't accept random friend requests, unless you leave a comment on why you are adding me. I don't do add for trades*

Favourite Activities:

planting banana trees, thinking, jumping as high as i can, running with herds of impala, and warm moist crevices.

OOOO ♥♥♥♥ YEAH BUD!

Oats and I Discussing "Payday The Heist"

Oats: Yeah, absolutely. Like usual, bots are ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ stupid.
-√A™/L/ Mr.Freeman lONl: when will they fix that :p lol
Oats: No idea.
Oats: Bots, I mean teammates.
Oats: Cops are bastard-smart.
Oats: They know when they're being ♥♥♥♥♥.


Oats and I discussing thanks giving weekend:

7:11 PM - -√A™/L/ Mr.Freeman lONl: how was you're weekend / thanksgiving?
7:13 PM - Oats: Not bad.
7:14 PM - Oats: Lots of family events.
7:14 PM - Oats: Dinners.
7:14 PM - Oats: Jesus Christ.
7:14 PM - -√A™/L/ Mr.Freeman lONl: Jesus was over?
7:14 PM - -√A™/L/ Mr.Freeman lONl: damn man
7:14 PM - Oats: Yep.
7:14 PM - -√A™/L/ Mr.Freeman lONl: that must have been wuite a dinner
7:14 PM - Oats: Last Supper my ass.
7:14 PM - Oats: He was over two times.
7:14 PM - -√A™/L/ Mr.Freeman lONl: Jesus loves his seconds
7:14 PM - -√A™/L/ Mr.Freeman lONl: haha
7:15 PM - Oats: hahha

Oats: GRACE-GRACE-GRACE-GRACE-
Oats: WOPWOPWPOW-GRACE-GRACE-GRACE-
Oats: DROP THE GRACE.
Oats: OUR TAGLINE FOR MAN MADE MAID MEN
Oats: YESSS
Oats: DROP THE GRACE.

[10:17:38 PM] (Channel) Sir: Autists, amirite?
[10:18:18 PM] (Channel) Basic: can i get a cat
[10:18:28 PM] (Channel) Sir: He's fighting an autist that blew up his own base. How pathetic would it be if Oats lost?

Me and Criken *FOOGOO*
3:18 PM - Mr. Freeman: you dirty little bastard you
3:18 PM - Criken: sub to me
3:18 PM - Mr. Freeman: cryk3n i am ur b1gg3st f4n plz l0v3 me fur lyf3
3:19 PM - Mr. Freeman: 1'll don4t3 4ll my moneyz to you so you can have more and i can be poor
3:19 PM - Criken: get away from me pesant
3:19 PM - Mr. Freeman: but cyken i luv you :( </3

*Sir*
10:26 PM - Bob Johnson: I don't even play CS:GO. That's what's weird. You walk into my room and there's just mounds of opened sticker capsules and I'm covered in them. You hear me mumble "Foil..." under my breath with my eyes glazed over. Stickers cover the walls.
10:26 PM - Bob Johnson: That's how I want to die.
10:27 PM - Bob Johnson: I'll leave that image in your mind while you play competitive.