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As my digital excrement came into play,
The chat erupted, “WTF?!” they cried,
And I smirked, knowing victory was on my side.
I pooped on your chest, oh what a sight,
While defusing the bomb, in the dead of night,
Counter-Strike forgotten, our rivalry ceased,
As I left my mark, a frag of a different beast.
The smell was virtual, but the laughter real,
As we both respawned, our fate now sealed,
No more headshots or tactical retreats,
Just the memory of that moment, forever sweet.
I pooped on your chest, oh what a sight,
While defusing the bomb, in the dead of night,
Counter-Strike forgotten, our rivalry ceased,
As I left my mark, a frag of a different beast.
So here’s to that match, a legend in lore,
Where victory smelled foul, but our spirits soared,
In the annals of gaming, our tale persists,
Of the day I pooped on you, my fragger, my twist. 🎮💩🎶
Where bullets fly and friendships yield,
I was crouched behind a crate, my heart aflutter,
When you dropped a bombshell, a stinky gutter.
I pooped on your chest, oh what a sight,
While defusing the bomb, in the dead of night,
Counter-Strike forgotten, our rivalry ceased,
As I left my mark, a frag of a different beast.