"touch grass" is not an insult towards gamers, rather it is advice for them. When participating in intense periods of gaming, the human hand has a tendency to get sweaty. The sweat causes the hand to become slick, and it b becomes more difficult to retain a grip on the gamers gaming mouse, thus making it more difficult to perform well in intense gaming moments. By touching grass with the gamers hand, the grass will impart a layer of particulate onto the gamers hand, the particulate can be made of a variety of dusts, dirts and other natural matter. This particulate will then act in a similar form to climbers chalk, absorbing the sweat and drying out the gamers hand. With dry hands, the gamer can now perform to their maximum when gaming. This is why when an enemy or teammate tells you to touch grass, they are simply trying to assist you in performing better.

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Hey Captain California. Steam is filled with ready-made messages that you don't even read, you just copy and paste to every chat, I don't like that, I like writing from my heart. Our friendship, from the deepest to virtual, is very important to me and couldn't ever be represented by a cookie-cutter message from anywhere. So, I'd like to thank you all, you're the best foot fetish person I've ever interacted with.

Not gonna be active on Discord tonight. I'm meeting a girl (a real one) in half an hour (wouldn't expect a lot of you to understand anyway) so please don't DM me asking me where I am (im with the girl, ok) you'll most likely get aired because i'll be with the girl (again I don't expect you to understand) shes actually really interested in me and its not a situation i can pass up for some meaningless Discord degenerates (because i'll be meeting a girl, not that you really are going to understand) this is my life now. Meeting women and not wasting my precious time online, I have to move on from such simple things and branch out (you wouldnt understand)

i come home from work yesterday releived myself but battled not wanking for hours and whilst i was battling it like i went abit mad was thinking about ancient monks who would practise going there whole lives without releiving themselves as a test of devotion to god was thinkiing about why my life went the way it did why iv always struggled with premature ejaculation and also what the devil did that fkd everything up and my mind spirals on millions of other things too use your imagination but when i gave in and relieved myself the second i was relieved this shard of light came across my ceiling from a cars headlights driving up the street which happens all ths time it was god calling me a wanker