FRIG* YU, DUDE!!!

One huge CS pub marathon again today. Played real sucky at the start, getting pawned before I could even pick a gun. By dinner-time, I was the scoreboard leader*.
My wireless got frigged** up again. Along with my Bluetooth. Crap. Stupid Kiran. Doesn’t know a thing about computers and goes around click-click-click-click-oh-shit-i-just-frigged**-your-system. And thinks he’s better than me in CS. I'm not saying otherwise, though. He just might be. But I’d say if he was a better CS player than me, then he must’ve had an awful lot of bad luck to play so cock-sucky.
Arite. Just got my wireless back on. Its working fine. Now to find a way to make it look like its not working so Kiran won’t frig** with the WLAN settings again.
Arite, g2g now. Got a CS rep to maintain.
Someone told me today:
Q. How many bassists does it take to change a light bulb?
A. None. The keyboardist can do it with his left hand.
And yeah, I can’t use the number superscript thingie in Blogger, so gotta stick with multiple *’s.
Peace.
Good night.

*Some luck helped me there too. Exactly the rounds in which I got more than 4 kills or so, the same rounds, I planted the C4, plus it exploded too. So whoop! 4+3+x added to my score each time.
**LMAO. See previous post. Or probably the one before that. Just search for 'frig.'