One day sam the skrub went to play a csgo

One day sam the skrub went to play a csgo competitive match and got rekt like a freakn skrub, hence his name. then he thought that he could possibly get better but got rekt by bots

which made him sam the epik fale csgo bot slave subskrub loozer. Everyone on the gaming forums new he wuz a compleetly owned by ez bot level. Sam tried anonymizing his

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"Leet speak? Really big bro. Old news. Check this out." Andrew handed Sam a telegraph key, ".--. .-. . - - -.-- / -.-. --- --- .-.. ..--.." (Translation: pretty cool?)

Sam looked at his little brother Andrew with sad, strange, distressed, and to some extent enigmatic eyes. Sam caught the 12:05 to Chatterton, to his new employment as

I walked past the Shimbleton's Home every day after work. I finally felt so bad for the kids there that I decided to donate my used underwear. I wouldn't usually do that, but

heck, it was for a good cause & I like to think I have a good heart. Peeling off my trousers, I slid my underwear down, wadded 'em up & rang the doorbell of the Shimbleton' s.

The door opened. I said, "Mr Shimbleton, I believe it's better to give than to receive." How embarrassing, that sounded like poetry! I held out my underwear. He stared at my dinky.

This was when Alice Barlow was murdered next door, And Mr. Wormtongue slithered out the door and vanished in the fog. The servant screamed, "Police! Help!" and they arrived.