I sexually Identify as an Attack Helicopter. Ever since I was a boy I dreamed of soaring over the oilfields dropping hot sticky loads on disgusting foreigners. People say to me that a person being a helicopter is impossible and I'm retarded but I don't care, I'm beautiful. I'm having a plastic surgeon install rotary blades, 30 mm cannons and AMG-114 Hellfire missiles on my body. From now on I want you guys to call me "Apache" and respect my right to kill from above and kill needlessly. If you can't accept me you're a heliphobe and need to check your vehicle privilege. Thank you for being so understanding.

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*Meows* Haaiiii :3

gobble my glizzy

You say nice save to the only person on your team to save a ball so far. Right after you whiff a third save. you get stomped on on SB. You say i blow ♥♥♥♥, while you're the one queing with a buddy in standard and playing/chasing like it doubles. While you're the one whiffing open net shots and unable to save a ball. And yet you want to be the one throwing ♥♥♥♥ talk around while you are in fact ♥♥♥♥. you are the reason people get chat banned, because like the time they and i both spend typing, you are a complete waste. Of oxygen, of food, of effort. please do everyone a favor and make some bathtub toast, so the rest of the world can be a better place.

gobble my glizzy