Loser getting carried by a cheater!

I sexually identify as a single, Pringle, ready to mingle. Ever since I was a potato I dreamed of being thin sliced, covered in disgusting oil then heated in a medium oven until reaching climax at the micro second of golden-browness. People bully me, and say things like "what the ♥♥♥♥, you aren't a Pringle", but I know deep down they are just jealous of my inner beauty. I have already started hiding in cylinders all day, and now im improving my crunchiness by regularly burning my sides on the stove. I want you guys to respect my natural ability to instantly satisfy low salt carb cravings, and if you don't you are oppressing me, and you should check your diabetes type. Thank you for being so understanding.

I actually like the direction tf2 is going. You are all just nostalgic about some dumb community servers you were playing on with people who you thought were your friends at the time during your childhood. Here's a tip. Maybe you should have spent less time treating tf2 as some sort of friend making 'community experience' and treated it like a game. Maybe you should have made friends and relationships in real life instead of taking the shallow and easy way out, of making them through a casual fps. You might not be so ass blasted about your missing childhood where you wasted 5000 hours on tf2 right about now.

♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ stands for “Friends U Can Keep” so promise me, you’ll ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥. me 4ever!! Send this to 5 people, and see who ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥.’s you back!!