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Dear Qtpie. This is MonteCristo. I just want to tell you that we would love to have you on CLG as our new top laner. You have the best ognTSMrototations that I have ever seen and even better mechanicanics than Faker. And your hair will give CLG new strength to win worlds. Please call me. CLG needs the DongerKing.

ლ༼ ▀̿̿Ĺ̯̿̿▀̿ ̿ლ༽ Ｐｕｃｋ Ｔｈｅ Ｆｏｌｉｃｅ ლ༼ ▀̿̿Ĺ̯̿̿▀̿ ̿ლ༽

Hello Michael, this is you Italian cousin Imaqtpizzapie. I just wrote to inform you of the birth of your new godson Imaqtlasagne. That's correct you are the godfather. Pls no copy pasterino mafiarino donerino

Hᴇʟʟᴏ Mʀ. Pɪᴇ I ᴀᴍ Mᴀʀɪᴏ Rɪɢᴀᴛᴏɴᴇ ғʀᴏᴍ Pᴀsᴛᴀʀᴏɴɪ ɪɴᴅᴜsᴛʀɪᴇs I ᴡᴀɴᴛ ᴛᴏ ᴍᴀᴋᴇ ɴᴇᴡ ᴘᴀsᴛᴀ ɪɴsᴘɪʀᴇ ʙʏ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴀᴅᴄ ᴘʟᴀʏ I ᴄᴀʟʟ ɪᴛ ᴛʜᴇ sᴀɴᴛᴀɴᴀ ʙᴀɴᴀɴᴀ ᴍᴀᴄᴀʀᴏɴɪ. Pʟᴇᴀsᴇ ɴᴏ Rᴀᴠɪᴏʟɪ ʟɪɴɢᴜɪɴɪ ᴘᴀsᴛᴀʀɪɴᴏ

༼ ಠل͟ರೃ༼ ಠل͟ರೃ༼ ಠل͟ರೃ༼ ಠل͟ರೃ ༽ಠل͟ರೃ ༽ಠل͟ರೃ ༽ YOU ARRIVED IN THE INCORRECT DONGERHOOD, SIR༼ ಠل͟ರೃ༼ ಠل͟ರೃ༼ ಠل͟ರೃ༼ ಠل͟ರೃ ༽ಠل͟ರೃ ༽ಠل͟ರೃ ༽

Dear Kripp, you bmed me in a card heart game, punk. Bet you thought I had forgotten, but jokes on you I'm a military trained navy ranger. I can kill a man 10 times before he even realizes. I'm right now backtracing your house address and will be there soon. You bm pyroblasted the wrong guy punk, your dead

Octavian, you are an inspiration. You are not afraid to be flamboyant and admit that you live an alternative lifestyle. I think you are one of the best gay streamers on twitch and you are a great role model. I know some people probably don't understand, but i do.

The Kripp goes to grocery store. He sees the OJ and yells : Well met ! An old lady next to him get so startled she drops her OJ. Kripp commits sudoku, overcome by grief. RIP in piece Kripp.

Kripp, I'm disappointed in you. Your chat is out of control and you don't even care. Your veiwers are the most pathetic scum on Twitch. Even worse, Hafu is a more hardcore player than you. Are you even trying anymore? Whatever, I'm going to go watch Reynad or Trump, you useless bag of ***.

the mods have literally been active on the political scene of Germany between 1938-1945

Hello ĸrιpp, ιт’ѕ мorpнeυѕ ғroм ғυтυre тalĸιng тo yoυ. ι нave 2 cнoιceѕ ғor yoυ, вlυe pιll or red pιll. вlυe pιll вrιngѕ yoυ lιғe, woмen, cнιleттe, dog, caт, cнιld, caѕυalιтy and no vιewerѕ. red pιll вrιngѕ yoυ nolιғe, oj, no dιѕтracтιonѕ ғroм oυтѕιde world, pro ѕтaтυѕ and vιewerѕ. cнooѕe wιѕely мιѕтer ĸrιpperѕon.

ι'м ℓαυgнιηg ѕтяαιgнт тσ ∂α вαηк ωιтн тнιѕ! ♪♪♪♪ нαω нαω нαω нααααω, нαω, нαω! ♪♪ » ♪♪ нαω нαω нαω нααααω, нαω, нαω! ♪♪» ♪♪нαω нαω нαω нααααω, нαω, нαω! ♪♪ ♪♪нαω нαω нαω нααααω, нαω, нαω! ♪♪ » ♪♪ нαω нαω нαω нααααω

Ｉ ａｍ Ｇｅｅｐｓｙ ｆｒｏｍ Ｒｏｍａｎｉａ． Ａｌｌ ｏｆ ｍｙ ｌｉｆｅ Ｉ ｈａｖｅ ｄｒｅａｍｅｄ ｔｏ ｐｌａｙ ａｇａｉｎｓｔ ｔｏｐ ｐｌａｙｅｒｓ ｌｉｋｅ Ｄｅｎｎｉｓ ａｎｄ ｒａｙ ｎａｄｓ ｉｎ Ｃａｒｄｓｔｏｎｅ． Ｍｙ ｇｉｒｌｆｒｉｅｎｄ Ａｌｅｘｔｒａｓｚａ ｓｏｌｄ ｏｕｒ ｆａｒｍ ｔｏ ａｃｈｉｅｖｅ ｍｙ ｄｒｅａｍ． Ｗｉｓｈ ｍｅ ｌｕｃｋ ａｔ Ｄｒｅａｍｈａｃｋ！

ლ(◉◡◔ლ) HUNTARD OP ლ(◉◡◔ლ)

Omg Kripp... I remember seeing you in the hallways during school. I remember seeing your zipper down and I kept eyeing you tiny peckerwood. You always had the cutest grin. Please call me (205-069-1337) and find me. I will always love you. ~Eddy Pepperino (not wearing any panties atm).

You guys are ruining my twitch chat experience. I come to the twitch chat for mature conversation about the gameplay, only to be awarded with kappa faces and frankerzs. People who spam said faces need medical attention utmost. The twitch chat is serious business, and the mods should really raise their dongers.

ヽ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)ﾉ Roses are red, Weed is greener, I think about Kripp, when I touch my wiener. ヽ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)ﾉ

Ｍｙ ｓｏｎ ｔｈｅ ｄａｙ ｙｏｕ ｗｅｒｅ ｂｏｒｎ， ｔｈｅ ｖｅｒｙ ｗｅｂｓｉｔｅｓ ｏｆ ｉｎｔｅｒｎｅｔ ｗｈｉｓｐｅｒｅｄ ｔｈｅ ｎａｍｅ： Ｋｒｉｐｐａｒｉａｎ．Ｍｙ ｃｈｉｌｄ， Ｉ ｗａｔｃｈｅｄ ｗｉｔｈ ｐｒｉｄｅ ａｓ ｙｏｕ ｇｒｅｗ ｉｎｔｏ ａ ｇａｍｅｒ ｏｆ ｈａｒｄｃｏｒｅｎｅｓｓ．Ｒｅｍｅｍｂｅｒ， ｏｕｒ ｆａｍｉｌｙ ａｌｗａｙｓ ｐｌａｙｅｄ ｈａｒｄｃｏｒｅ ｗｉｔｈ ｆｒｉｅｎｄｓ ａｎｄ Ｉ ｋｎｏｗ ｙｏｕ ｗｉｌｌ ｎｅｖｅｒ ｐｌａｙ ｃａｓｕａｌ ｓｃｒｕｂｃｏｒｅ ｓｈｉｔ， ｂｕｔ ｔｈｅ ｔｒｕｅｓｔ ｈａｒｄｃｏｒｅｎｅｓｓ ｉｓ ｍｙ ｓｏｎ ｉｓ ｔｈｅ ｅｎｔｅｒｔａｉｎｉｎｇ ｙｏｕｒ ｖｉｅｗｅｒｓ． Ｉ ｔｅｌｌ ｙｏｕ ｔｈｉｓ ｆｏｒ ｗｈｅｎ ｍｙ ｄａｙｓ ｃｏｍｅ ｔｏ ａｎ ｅｎｄ ｙｏｕ ｓｈａｌｌ ｎｏｔ ｂｅ ｃａｓｕａｌ．

"Kripp my son," say the Papparin, "you are such a large pepperoni, why aren't you a pizza." But the Kripp don't respond. He elopes to Greece and runs his hand through his unshaven face scruff and say "Well met!" to the twisted Succubus. Alone in his heart, Papparin commits sudoku at a Starbucks in San Bernardino with Al Pacino, no cappucino.

Mʏ ʙᴏʏ, Kʀɪᴘᴘᴀʀɪɴᴏ ᴅɪᴅᴅʟᴇʀɪɴᴏ, ᴡʜʏ ʏᴏᴜ ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ɢᴏ ᴏᴜᴛ ɪɴᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ɴɪɢʜᴛ ᴀɴᴅ sᴜᴄᴋ ʙʟᴏᴏᴅ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴀ ɢᴏᴏᴅ ʀᴏᴍᴀɴɪᴀɴ ᴠᴀᴍᴘɪʀᴇ?" ᴀɴᴅ ᴀʟʟ Kʀɪᴘᴘᴇʀɪɴᴏ sᴀʏ ɪs, "Rɪᴘ ɪɴ ᴘᴇᴘᴘᴇʀᴏɴɪ" ᴀɴᴅ ᴘᴀᴘᴘᴀғᴀʀʀɪᴀɴ ɢᴏ, "ɪ ᴅᴏ ɴᴏᴛ ᴜɴᴅᴇʀsᴛᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜɪs ɴᴇᴡғᴀɴɢʟᴇᴅ ᴀᴍᴇʀɪᴄᴀɴ ʟᴀɴɢᴜᴀɢᴇ ʏᴏᴜ sᴘᴇᴀᴋ, ɪ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ғᴀɪʟᴇᴅ ᴀs ᴀ ғᴀᴛʜᴇʀ ᴀɴᴅ ᴀs ᴀ ᴘᴇᴘᴘᴇʀɪɴᴏ ᴘɪᴢᴢᴀ