Tell me about it. Hate when that happens.
Oh wait, it DID - - - - - to me, a whole year ago.
You were there, remember? Memes, streams, and bad dreams about me, and a pile of ammo with muh name etched on 'em.
Why? Because you thought some stupid boy was a gal and you was gonna get some. Oh, you got some alright. Scuse the mess, but shoving your ass into your mouth is basic collateral damage when it comes to my particular set of proctology skillz.