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This player is fantastic, just needs to work on comms, aim, map awareness, crosshair placement, economy management, pistol aim, awp flicks, grenade spots, smoke spots, pop flashes, positioning, bomb plant positions, retake ability, bunny hopping, spray control and getting kills

kid has insane poopy pants

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Mike was having one of those days where nothing seemed to go right. After a long night of questionable tacos, he woke up feeling like a balloon animal that had just been sat on. In a haze of confusion, he stumbled into the bathroom, where, in a moment of sheer stupidity, he mistook a small, brown, and oddly shaped lump for a piece of chocolate he had dropped earlier. Without a second thought, he popped it into his mouth, only to be hit by the foulest taste imaginable. His eyes bulged as realization dawned on him—he had just eaten his own poop! Gagging and choking, he spat it out like a horror movie scene, only to have his roommate walk in and burst into laughter. “Congrats, Mike! You’re officially the only guy I know who can say he’s taken a ‘crap’ and turned it into a snack!” From that day on, Mike was known as the "Choco-Bro," a title he would carry with a mix of shame and reluctant pride.

I was fast asleep one night when an uncanny feeling slid into my dreams. As I slowly started coming to, I realized I was peeing myself. This wasn’t a bit of a drip, some drizzle before the rain; no, my pajamas were soaked and so was the bed.

Instinctively, I ran to the bathroom, but it was to no avail. I had lost all control over my bladder — the waterfall kept pouring as I kept running. I tried to hold it but I just simply couldn’t, as if I couldn’t feel my muscles at all. When I finally threw myself on the toilet, there was nothing left.