I have no idea what that is ubm wants t get enough posts for applying to be a mod but isn't social enough to get them all
I wouldn't mind being a mod however I feel my commitment to the server isn't high enough. ubm is feelin lucky today
Drogo doesn't mind bugs but will always take the opportunity to be below Queen. UBM has some physical oddity that they would like to share with everyone!
I do not know what a physical oddity is, google isn't on my side when I try to find an answer about it. UBM has played mario kart before
Despite his age, Drogo has. (a physical oddity is something like one short leg or a third nipple, something like that) UBM has faked sickness to avoid a test.
Yeah, on opposite day. Brb while I slorp a hot pickle TM over the sink. UBM smells better than Mod Bree:
As a waitress, I refused to refill ketchups because the smell of ketchup makes me want to absolutely die. It's the most revolting thing in the world to me, and I cannot think of another common food I find more repulsive. I am an absolute diva about it and don't even want people sitting next to me to consume it because I find it so abhorrent. UBM has a beloved pet who sadly only came with one braincell.
I WISH I HAD A PET ESPECIALLY A CAT i adore cats so much </3 UBM wanted to be a pet doctor growing up when they were a little kid
hahaha I do, I do. I once went to a vet's office on a tour as a child I remember being fascinated by seeing uh, animal organs in jars that they kept in the cupboards. UBM is a Redditor
and I wondered why the thread died! XD I have verbal diarrhea. Total chatterbox. The user below me has a good clear lag mishap to tell us about.
Too many to tell but the best one would probably be losing a few DCs of grass on accident. Was being lazy and was going to have clag clear some white wool inventory so i broke a ton of chests that was full of wool and were all stacked (128 high)... 2 of them for some reason were full of grass. before i could try and save it, clag triggered and cleared it all. User Below Me Shops @ Haberson