Somewhere in Ukraine, Andrii "B1ad3" Gorodenskyi sleeps soundly as he snuggles with his dogs in his bed. Suddenly, he hears his phone ring. He grunts as he takes his phone off the nightstand, careful not to wake his sleeping sweethearts. He’s surprised to see that the name on his screen, as he usually doesn’t call, especially not this early into the day.
“Hello, Denis, why’re you calling this early?” He asks, rubbing the sleep and the weariness from his eyes.
“Yes, I’m calling about my daughter. You think you could babysit her tonight for the game?”
“Uhm, sure I guess,” Andrii says as he glances at his canine companions snoozing soundly, “I’m sure she could play with the dogs while she’s here.”
He hears a laugh emanate from his phone’s speaker. “Thanks, she’s really been excited for that.”
Andrii yawns, and then cocks his head. His curiosity gets the better of him. “May I ask why, Denis?”
“Well, as long as my sweet babygirl is away to play with the pups, Papatronic can go and take Gambit to the fucking dogpound.”
i think its hilarious u kids talking shit about electronic. u wouldnt say this shit to him at lan. hes jacked. not only that but he wears the freshest clothes, eats at the chillest restaurants and hangs out with the hottest dudes. yall are pathetic lol
