29th September 2023, 8:19 PM
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(29th September 2023, 6:47 PM)Different Wrote: Lmfao! 😂 I forgot you were a fantastic storyteller. Well, the only thing is that I was drunk during the party, but that's it. You still gotta take me to the Super Bowl, remember? I told you to stay off that weed because it's messing with your memory. Damn, Natalie is 6'2? 👀 Tall girl 🤔 The part about you being a bodyguard and chauffeur is actually true; same thing with Natalie (somewhat). You see, Natalie is actually my side piece. So, she just comes along whenever I need someone to hook up with who's got a thick rack and a fat 🍑 ass.
I'd like to invite you to the next TedTalk to give your presentation about how someone can learn the art of storytelling. Of course you'll need to polish my shoes and walk the dog, first. Hopefully that'll jog your memory back home and detox you from smoking too much weed.
So there we were in Berlin, trying to find some lost artifact you dropped there back in 2014. It happened during one of your many hazy nights of binge drinking and hitting on uncomfortable women. Suddenly, two men dressed in all black ambushed you, threw a bag on your head, smacked you with a baseball bat, and threw you into a limo. I couldn't even react in time cause I was too busy laughing at a humorous video on my cellular device. Then suddenly, there was a note flying out of the limo and landed by my feet. "If you want your friend back, beat us at Candyland on PR2. Otherwise his head will be sent to your address by mail." Confident in my many years of playing Candyland, I thought this would be no trouble at all. It was a few hours later that I realized, this was my ex-best friend. He always beat me at everything. "His account is still rank 20, I have nothing to worry about!" I thought to myself. Fast forward to 2 nights later. I was on the Carina server with nobody but him, his 2 lackeys, and someone else's 4 rank 60+ macro accounts. "Well his lackeys are rank 28 and 31, surely I can beat them too!" Then I look on the Campaign. I couldn't believe my eyes. Those rank 60+ accounts weren't someone macroing, those were my ex-best friend and his lackey's accounts! I was only rank 22, how was I going to beat these punks? Realizing I had little to no shot of winning this race, I did something drastic. I stopped my macro on the Derron server and logged into my rank 76 account. Now it is I who had the upper hand! I have to imagine they were trembling in fear, quaking in their boots. They were such wusses, they didn't even want to race me. For I am the great Platform Racing 2. I am literally the name of the game, and you know that no one ever beats the game at itself. That's when I received a PM that read as follows: "The race is off, you can have your drunk friend back." Good thing my high rank scared them off. Little did they know, I am actually a terrible racer. So when you say you heard I am a bodyguard and chauffer, that's only because of that one random night where I saved you in Berlin.