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└📁Program Files (x86)
⠀└📁steam
⠀⠀└📁steamapps
⠀⠀⠀└📁common
⠀⠀⠀⠀└📁Counter-Strike Global Offensive
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀└📁Skills
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀└✅Can BHOP like Zuhn
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀└✅Game sense better than Wall Hack
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀└✅Always positive, great IGL, teamwork over 9000
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀└✅All done under 200 hours of gameplay
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀└📁 Aim
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀└✅Aim of Shroud, s1mple, ZywOo, and XANTARES combined
📁USB (D:)
└📁Cs:Go Skills
⠀└⠀word.exe
KFC has some of the weirdest ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ advertisements and publicity campaigns I have ever seen. Now, I understand the crispy colonel, who doesn't want to see Sanders in his tighty whiteys with his massive bulge stickingout. Seeing him as a football coach, now that was amazing. Just imagining him slapping the asses of and ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ those muscular young men aroused me in a way that I could never imagine. I became so jealous, I wanted to kill those men just so I could be with him myself. Why would they deprive me of my Colonel, my precious and beautiful Kentucky Prince?
I often dream about Colonel Sanders, beating me in the face with his colossal, crispy drumstick as I guzzle down his mashed potatoes and gravy, perhaps even indulging in the bits of macaroni and cheese he has stored in his glorious, Kentucky-shaped rectum.