twitchquotes:Guys this is not a C9. They purposefully left the point knowing they wouldn't be able to win the fight. They simply left it to save their strength for the next round, as expected from a top tier team
Guys this is not a C9. They purposefully left the point knowing they wouldn't be able to win the fight. They simply left it to save their strength for the next round, as expected from a top tier team
SPAM THESE BOATS IF YOU'RE SICK OF GOATS
twitchquotes:SPAM ⛵ THESE ⛵ BOATS ⛵ IF ⛵ YOU’RE ⛵ SICK ⛵ OF ⛵ GOATS ⛵
SPAM ⛵ THESE ⛵ BOATS ⛵ IF ⛵ YOU’RE ⛵ SICK ⛵ OF ⛵ GOATS ⛵
Saying C9 at the end of every round
twitchquotes:Hi guys I'm one of the people who say C9 at the end of every round I admit we know what a C9 is but it's just funny to say all the time <3 That's all (^:
Hi guys HeyGuys I'm one of the people who say C9 at the end of every round HeyGuys I admit we know what a C9 is but it's just funny to say all the time <3 That's all (^:
HELLO DALLAS FUEL? IT'S THE POINT
twitchquotes:📞 HELLO DALLAS FUEL? 📞 IT'S THE POINT 📞 IM RUNNING OUT OF TIME
📞 4Head HELLO DALLAS FUEL? 📞 4Head IT'S THE POINT 📞 4Head IM RUNNING OUT OF TIME
Bumper Ameng burger
twitchquotes:Bumper stared at the burger in his hand. Normally, he loved chowing down on his Big Mac like he chowed on these beta tanks like Swon or Muma or Super. But not today. Today, this burger was a sign of his failure. The double patties of meat reminded him not of succulent juicy beef but only the mighty veiny vascular muscles of Ameng. The seeded bread buns? It was Ameng’s cheeks as he squatted on Bumper’s face. The tomato? It was his blood dripping off Ameng’s hammer. The mayo? You know what it is
Bumper stared at the burger in his hand. Normally, he loved chowing down on his Big Mac like he chowed on these beta tanks like Swon or Muma or Super. But not today. Today, this burger was a sign of his failure. The double patties of meat reminded him not of succulent juicy beef but only the mighty veiny vascular muscles of Ameng. The seeded bread buns? It was Ameng’s cheeks as he squatted on Bumper’s face. The tomato? It was his blood dripping off Ameng’s hammer. The mayo? You know what it is