antH was drunk streaming last night

[hikomow633]

Did he make any sort of financial investments? I mean, besides the dinosaur statue and Opie poker chips.

I think the extent of his financial prowess was buying stocks in the morning and then getting really angry on air when they dipped 1% by quitting time. Is there anything this guinea wop won't turn into a form of degenerate gambling?

 

[guest]

Did he make any sort of financial investments? I mean, besides the dinosaur statue and Opie poker chips.

He put 100k in with the opester in citadel stock.

 

[Queefer Sutherland]

I wear my two shirts indoors
So I can, so I can
Piss away my retirement

 

[UnPRePared]

It's at the point where I feel Nana would completely bomb at the children's games on a Sega Pico.

Why is he so bad at this?

 

[Doctor Coom]

It's at the point where I feel Nana would completely bomb at the children's games on a Sega Pico.

Why is he so bad at this?

I wonder if his alcoholic hand tics have decimated his muscle memory. The fundamentals of online FPS games have been pretty much the exact same since Quake like 30 years ago, maybe his dick beating old hands just can't physically do what he wants them anymore.

 

[Ha Ha Ha Holeee Shit!]

I wonder if his alcoholic hand tics have decimated his muscle memory. The fundamentals of online FPS games have been pretty much the exact same since Quake like 30 years ago, maybe his dick beating old hands just can't physically do what he wants them anymore.

They are permanently stuck in a beer/drink holding grip.

 

[Ha Ha Ha Holeee Shit!]

Imagine his poor neighbors, constantly complaining to management about the creepy guy who yells "cunt" over and over all night. It must be like living in a dementia ward.

He’s only a few feet from the door. His neighbors absolutely hear everything. If that were me, I’d be ashamed to walk out into the hall. Shit, I’d be ashamed of those livestreams too.

 

[satanssockpuppet]

He’s only a few feet from the door. His neighbors absolutely hear everything. If that were me, I’d be ashamed to walk out into the hall. Shit, I’d be ashamed of those livestreams too.

He could be "gaming" in his brand new dream home, where no one would hear him, but for some cryptic reason he's still paying rent in Long Island.

 

[Stent]

I bet it doesn't stream when he pees now. Dribble, drip, drip, dribble. : ^{"C'mon you fucking cunt piece of shit... "}

 

[Consensual Rapist]

Imagine his poor neighbors, constantly complaining to management about the creepy guy who yells "cunt" over and over all night. It must be like living in a dementia ward.

At three in the morning.
Wish he had black neighbors, screeching niggers when he’s on twitter.

 

[satanssockpuppet]

At three in the morning.
Wish he had black neighbors, screeching niggers when he’s on twitter.

"Hey! 412! Espresso, right?"

"Uh, yeah, uh, I'm Espresso, Andy Espresso. Maybe you've heard of me" Andy nervously lisped. Andy hated these hallway encounters with his neighbors, especially when he was surreptitiously throwing his dozens of empty beer bottles down the recycling chute. "I used to be on the radio, and now I have my own show, wrote a book, and.."

"Yeah" his neighbor angrily snapped. "I'm Dover, first name Ben, and my wife Eileen and I live in 410, right next door. Think maybe you could stop yelling "MOTHER'S CUNT" and "ROT BUNG" over and over at two-thirty in the morning?"

Andy dreaded and feared confrontation, more than anything. He felt a sickening feeling in the pit of his stomach, and sweat beads began to form on his comically outsized forehead. "Uhhhh, hahahaholeeeeeeeshit, you heard that, huh? Uhhh, ha ha ha, mother's cunt! Holeeeeeeshit!" he nervously sputtered.

"Uh uh yeah, we fucking hear it. So how about knocking it the fuck off. I mean, what are you, fucking retarded or something?"

The blood rushed to Andy's wildly outsized cranium, and for a fleeting moment he thought he'd faint in terror. "Uh, holeeeeeeeeshit, yeah, I'll be more quiet" he nervously mumbled, as he turned and quickly minced to the safety of his hidey-hole. Once safely back in the confines of his squalid apartment, Andy raced to his gaming rig, sat on his stool, and began furiously tweeting.

"FUCKING WORTHLESS MEAT SACK BIDEN LOVING NEIGHBOR TRYING TO TELL ME WHAT I CAN DO AT NIGHT! I PAY RENT! SHOULD HAVE KICKED THAT F/N'S FAGGOT ASS LIKE FAT DOM DID TO VITO ON SOPRANOS!". "That'll show him, no one fucks with Andy Espresso and gets away with it" tittered the closeted gay man. "Why is it that no one lets me do my guy stuff?" he drunkenly muttered, as he logged into his video game and began his nightly live stream. "It's what men do...MOTHER'S CUNT! COCK!".

 

[HotDogJoe]

They are permanently stuck in a beer/drink holding grip.

Jesus fucking Christ, he is a hideous looking human being.

 

[MySecondFatterAccount]

They are permanently stuck in a beer/drink holding grip.
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[Billy Hollywood]

What the hell happened here?

 

[Nick Gerlips]

He's so bad at FPS. why continue? I am terrible at them so I quit long ago.

 

[LaylaCumiasMoistHotPocket]

What izzzz thizzzzz, ahahahaaaa

 

[CruisinColin]

He's so bad at FPS. why continue? I am terrible at them so I quit long ago.

Can you not see how much he enjoys playing them? Why give that up!

 

[Consensual Rapist]

What the hell happened here?

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The voltage in his anal egg had a small spike.