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Psycho 22 Jul, 2024 @ 12:22pm 
someone needs to stop this stalker guy, look how many comments he left. I'm calling John valve////
Hoovy 31 May, 2022 @ 4:14pm 
hello! sorry for scare, but just notice profile on the Steam Community. you know how hard it are to find girls who play video game nowadays??? well, Im glad I stumble apon this little prof cause I gotta say.... ur prety cute!! ^ ((sorry for scare, no trouble ) well... I was wondering if u wanted to play tf2 with me (Im a plat heavy, so I can carry my little princes if need. =-}) CUZ I really want someone to pub wit me.. hey hey, maybe even I could get you unusual as little gift. you like Buring? Me too, me too. anyways any, do you maybe have Skype? (no scare. no scare, I iust like meating eye to eye.) if we skype, I think we could have some good buddy commucation. :)) ( i can even turn down my dubstep music in the background if you want...) add me if you want please, I jsit need friend maybe even girlfriend, to play video with.m I can be the perfect guy for you, trust!! ill buy whatever, do whatever, okay?? jsit pick up that phone and CALL.
Psycho 30 Nov, 2021 @ 7:45pm 
who is this CRAZED PSYCHOPATH that keeps commenting??
Psycho 16 Jul, 2021 @ 3:15pm 
What? Who is this guy?
Psycho 15 Jul, 2021 @ 7:31am 
this "man" forced me to experience danganronpa: ultra despair girls and now I cry whenever I see women

+rep
Psycho 3 Apr, 2021 @ 9:03am 
I remember once when I was in the sixth grade, my teacher sitting across the room whispered in my ear: ‘Someone is going to steal your lunch today,’ and I started to cry. And I was hysterical. And I was blowing up. And the principal sent me home from school. And it turned out my teacher didn’t know that I was allergic to whispers. So my mom sent her an sms that said: ‘Pack your ♥♥♥♥. You’ll never work in this town again.’ But when lunch time came around, I asked my mom where was my lunch. And she said: ‘You already ate lunch, sweaty.’ But I knew that ♥♥♥♥♥ was lying. So I sent her an sms that said: ‘Pack your ♥♥♥♥. You’ll never work in this home again.’ And that was the last time I saw my mom. Now I’m going on twenty years, whisper-free.