Oh my god! That is bullshit!
Where the fuck did that blue shell come from?
I am clearly the best racer of all time!
Fuck off Caterpie: nobody likes you.
Come back when you’re all grown up.
Tell your shiny friends to jump out the grass.
What? My turnips are only worth 20 bells?
You made my Facebook friend a millionaire.
Now I’ve got to change the time again.
Did you just use Kirbycide on me again?
My fighter has boobs, I should win by default!
I am not losing to these cheep bastards.
Error connection? Fuck off! My internet is perfect.
I did not buy a catalogue of error code messages.
SORT YOUR SERVERS OUT!
What? Battery low? No it isn’t!
I just charged my consol five minutes ago.
Stupid game! JUST LET ME WIN!
About the Creator
Chloe Gilholy
I live in Oxfordshire, England. I used to write a lot of fan fiction and mainly just write poetry now. I've been to over 20 countries and written many books. I'm currently working on a horror story called Heavenly Seas.
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