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Kentucky, United States


⠄⠄⢷⡀⣿⣆⣠⣤⠠⢴⣦⣝⠻⣿⣿⣿⡿⢟⡡⠄⠄⢠⣄⡀⢀⡿⢀⡾⠄⠄
⠄⢠⣬⣷⡾⣏⠻⣿⣧⢁⠈⢿⢧⣀⡁⠁⠡⠞⠅⢀⢢⣿⣿⡿⣼⣷⣾⣣⣄⡀
⠘⢷⡛⠯⠿⣿⣶⠹⢫⣫⣿⣦⣊⡂⢀⡄⢀⣤⣶⣷⡳⡋⠉⢾⡿⠿⠯⠿⢺⠇
⠄⠘⠶⣷⣼⡿⠇⠄⢰⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣶⣶⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡹⡄⠘⠻⣧⣾⠟⠁⠄
⠄⠄⣼⣾⠟⠄⣀⣤⣾⣿⣿⣿⠛⢿⣿⡟⠛⣹⣹⣿⣿⣷⣦⡄⠐⣿⣿⣷⠄⠄
⠄⣜⡿⣩⡖⣰⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣦⡀⠘⠄⣼⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡌⢾⡿⣿⣇⠄
⣼⠏⣴⠏⢰⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡆⣼⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡇⠘⣿⡿⣿⣦
⡏⢰⠏⠄⢸⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣧⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣇⠄⢸⣿⢿⣿
⡇⠄⠄⠄⠷⢻⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡟⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠟⠍⠹⠄⠈⠿⣼⣿
Aim peaked at Level 10, discipline peaked at the cookie aisle.
While others were practicing recoil control, this man was mastering double-stuff reload speed.
Scrims skipped ❌
DM skipped ❌
Calories never skipped ✅
Now the only thing going pro is his grocery bill and his chair’s max weight rating.
Could’ve been lifting trophies, chose to lift Oreos instead.
CS dreams faded, waistband expanded, fatass arc completed. 🫡🍪