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SLEEP TEST
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SLEEP TEST ๐ IF YOU TOUCH THE BED , GO TO SLEEP โ 
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Chat Test
Do you guys mind not spamming the chat so much?
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Do you guys mind not spamming the chat so much? I'm really trying to pay attention to the stream and you guys are distracting me. If you guys really cared about the quality of the stream or [insert streamer name] you would stop the spamming and copying and pasting. God, I swear you guys are the worst part of twitch. Couldn't you just try to be mature for once in your life? Everyday I come here and it's the same thing, a bunch of no life neckbeards ruining this quality content for everyone else..
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I hate Twitch Chat
MONTHLY PLEB TEST
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PLEASE COPY PASTE THIS FOR YOUR MONTHLY PLEB TEST: โ amazW โ krippW โ trumpW โ btsLdW โ reynadW โ kolentoW โ bajW โ btsKotlW โ dewW โ emjaneW โ forsenW โ krippW โ mitchW โ singsingFcuk โ reckW โ sodaW โ btsGodzW โ merliniHappyMerlini โ taymooW โ rtzW โ admiralW โ envySwag โ sumailKappa โ btsMerliniW โ wtrWtR โ dagerDendi โ ppdSalt โ fearGASM โ singsingP โ fluffyW โ ratW โ Pleb test passed
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this streamer is look very nerd
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this streamer is look very nerd 
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Natalie Portman is the reason I work out
Natalie Portman is the reason I work out. I have this fantasy where we start talking at the Vanity Fair Oscars party bar. We exchange a few pleasantries. She asks what I do. I say I loved her in New Girl. She laughs. I get my drink.
"Well, see ya," I say and walk away. I've got her attention now. How many guys voluntarily leave a conversation with Natalie Portman? She touches her neck as she watches me leave.
Later, as the night's dragged on and the coterie of gorgeous narcissists grows increasingly loose, she finds me on the balcony, my bowtie undone, smoking a cigarette.
"Got a spare?" she asks.
"What's in it for me?" I say as I hand her one of my little white ladies. She smiles.
"Conversation with me, duh."
I laugh.
"What's so funny?" she protests.
"Nothing, nothing... It's just... don't you grow tired of the egos?"
"You get used to it," she says, lighting her cigarette and handing me back the lighter.
"What would you do if you weren't an actress?" I ask.
"Teaching, I think."
"And if I was your student, what would I be learning?"
"Discipline," she says quickly, looking up into my eyes, before changing the subject. "Where are you from?"
"Bermuda," I say.
"Oh wow. That's lovely."
"It's ok," I admit. "Not everything is to my liking."
"What could possibly be not to your liking in Bermuda?" she inquires.
"I don't like sand," I tell her. "It's coarse and rough and irritating and it gets everywhere."