Oh, my dear Pauli, you absolute clown,
The king of goofing off, the jerk-0ff town.
Your jokes are so bad, they make me groan,
Yet somehow I laugh, though and sometimes moan.

You’ve got two left feet and a head full of air,
You’d lose a race to a folding chair.
Your style’s unique, that much is true,
Like I undress you in the dark with no clue.

Your brain’s like WiFi, it’s spotty at best,
And when it’s online, it’s not that impressed.
You’re slower than dial-up, that’s just a fact,
Yet still, you somehow know how to act.

But despite all your quirks and your endless blunders,
You light up our lives like lightning and thunder.
So keep being you, you lovable fool,
The world needs more weird and more cool.

♥♥♥♥ player, small pp, small brain

noob small pp

Damn still a pro
No bkb though

Roses are red,
Your profile lacks my presence,
I'll smack it on my head,
And fill it with essence

My grandfather smoked his whole life. I was about 10 years old when my mother said to him, "If you ever want to see your grandchildren graduate, you have to stop immediately." Tears welled up in his eyes when he realized what exactly was at stake. He gave it up immediately. Three years later he died of lung cancer. It was really sad and it destroyed me. My mother said to me- "Don't ever smoke. Please don't put your family througth what your grandfather had put us through." I agreed. At 24, I have never touched a cigarette. I must say, I feel a very slight sense of regret for never having done it, because your gameplay gave me cancer anyways.