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His home was a chaotic playground of rusty cars and discarded appliances. Jerry fashioned bizarre traps from zombie bones and scrap metal, keeping the undead at bay. As night fell, the zombies stumbled through his absurdly noisy contraptions, getting shredded by car doors and swinging tire swings.
When morning broke, I thanked Jerry for the lesson in unorthodox survival and left his quirky kingdom behind. In this post-apocalyptic world, I learned that embracing the weird and wacky might just be the key to staying alive.
I invited him to my house for a csgo lan party. He said he was coming so i was looking forward to meeting him in real life.
When he arrived at my house, he pushed me against the wall and started nibbling my ear, i felt his hard ♥♥♥♥ push against my leg. I punched him and then 1 tapped him. Turns out he was gay. Don't trust this guy