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After a few rounds of getting dirty and laughing until our sides hurt, I invited him to hang out IRL. He said he was down, and I was ready to meet the master of inappropriate humor.
When he showed up, he didn’t even knock—just waltzed in, handed me a drink, and said, “Let’s see if you can handle what’s coming next.” Before I knew it, he had me backed into a corner, grinning like a mischievous devil, whispering, “I don’t just play games... I make moves.”
Turns out, he’s not just good at throwing down in Jackbox—he’s a pro at throwing you off guard. Don’t trust him with your jokes... or your boundaries.