- nothing like a bit of afternoon bed wars breakfast to the symphony of mowers tearing across the lawns a final time and Ranked Bed Wars Pro Chazm Hot el Pianist - i’ll admit that lil “incy dinky” was an extremely GP, but i will NOT stand for this knee sock slander. you got me, i won’t swim or paint for it either - you know what They say: pay shins is a virtue (poor things are so overworked and underpaid), and what happens in the pregame lobby, stays in the pregame lobby. (but i’ll let this one slide because -it gives me another clip- i‘m partial to dainty teaspoons [80], and i’m nice like that!) - my sister and i always get my parents the most random gifts as well-a blind pick book, a harmonica, those water growing creatures that enlarge like clifford (they almost had to vacate their casita too), party rings, and unicorn and shark piñatas to name a few. and in that spirit, this past year i got her a kit-cat klock with a gaze shiftier than even frederic’s, so i think i won #1 teammate (aka got last place). (yes, i _am_ Cereal right meow-not to be confused with bed wars! please don’t mix/stir me up in that hodgepodge, thank you!) that’s chazm-ever relatable to the fans! but rosé socks? that oddity is where i draw the line, like being able to wield full diamond gear while carrying an inventory of resources but only ONE comfy pillow (they’re a little shy i guess). (on an unrelated note, will you be auctioning those socks on craigslist? [joke, joke.]) [11/11]
