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If you have a trader Joe's near you, I really like their coconut body butter. All soften up my hands with it and when I'm done and there's no more visible lotion left on my skin I'll rub what oils are on my hand under my favorite rocks. It's all natural oils so it won't spoil or anything like that and it leaves your bangers smelling good too.
I met the "Big Titty Bandit" in Counter Strike 2. Good teamwork. No red flags. Just a seemingly regular gamer who knew how to trade kills and Over the nex few months we're running games, joking around, talking almost daily. At some point I suggest Counter Strike 2 LAN night at my place and Bianca says yes.
Fast forward to the day of the LAN.
Instead, a 47-year-old man enters my home like a surprise miniboss encounter. He chugs a Mountain Dew Code Red and unplugs his bluetooth headphones and unleashes Creed at a volume that violates multiple zoning laws.
My living room instantly becomes a cursed facility. He pounced on me like a panther, started ripping my shirt off and nibbling on my ear. I tried to push him off but his skin was coated in layers of sweat. Eventually, I was able to push him off and 1 tap him.
Ultimately, Bianca never existed. Just a full-on fabricated identity of a fat gay man.
NEVER TRUST THIS PERSON!