I migrate toward warmth, warmth is usually your skull.

My KD is a pigeon that flew south and never came back. I've made peace with it.

Sometimes I miss the shot on purpose, just to see what the bullet was thinking. Then you see it too, from spectator seat.

The crows filed a formal complaint. I attended in a suit made of feathers I did not earn. They lost lil bro.

Elo is just the forest asking "again?" and me saying "again."

If you watch the replay you will not find hacks, just a man arguing with geese about right of way, and winning.

Nest's open. The bidet still doesn't work. Nobody knows why the score is what it is, least of all the birds.

Git gut
-Nub