- rep; strength/dex build.

- rep; boosted Covid to level 20.

- rep; Plays TTT for the plot.

- rep; Checked the box that indicated his ethnicity as being Hispanic or Latino

- rep; Took my lunch money and my mom yelled at me when I got home.

Double - rep; Berated me for eyeing up Ethan's fine behind while he distracted him by locking eyes through the cracks on a bathroom stall door. I don't judge you, don't judge me.

- Rep; Made eye contact with him through the cracks on the stall bathroom door. Awkward experience for both of us.

- rep; Willfully, enthusiastically imbibed diet Pepsi cola today with his meal. Recommend a name change to "A Low-Quality Fob."

- rep; Kissed and told. Gentlemen don't do that.

Thanks Fob! I am very grateful for the late christmas gift, I promise you I will make it up to you.

Not fun but true fact, I was voted most likely to get molested by my peewee hockey team.

+rep Let's you go with no protection if you ask nicely.

Day 17 of Fob withdrawal: The voices in my head all scream for an end to my life. They promise an eternity of peace and rest. They tell me to slash my throat, to cave in my own skull with a stone. They tell me to turn into the oncoming lane, to hold my head under the water in the tub. Any food that I can force myself to consume is promptly expelled from my body shortly thereafter, the vomit mixed with ever increasing quantities of blood. My legs can scarce carry my frail, emaciated frame and I'm having difficulty breathing. My body is wracked by violent shakes every other hour or so and the pain is so intense as to make me see only red. I cannot hope to last much longer.

one more day till the fob rises again! Fyi it only took Jesus three noob.

Day 9 of Fob withdrawal: My head aches constantly. I have a sickening, queesy feeling in my stomach. I'm having trouble standing and I lose my train of thought with increasing frequency. My vision is blurred and I have lost my appetite. My stools are watery and strained, and I cannot sleep for more than two hours at a time. When sleep does come, I am plagued by nightmares myriad and fierce. I pray for Death's sweet embrace to come soon.

like he bought me new vegas,couldn't ask for a better bae

All hail king of the fobs!