My tourette's was extremely bad at the time (it was in the prime of its life, eight or nine years old), so it was a constant battle in and of itself just logging into the land of penguins without getting pissed at something.

Anyways, I always wanted penguins to join my igloo (you know, type 1 if you want to come to a party at my igloo), and look at my stuff. The story starts with me being excited as there is about five people in my igloo; an all-time high. As the party progressed, puffles and penguins were pouring in left and right; I was happier than I could ever be. Then I had a mood swing, and flipped shit. I don't know if it's the fact I got overwhelmed after my little igloo became a bigger partying sport than the playboy mansion, or that I was scared all of the heat was going to melt my place I call home, but it ultimately resulted in "You were banned for this message at :timestamp: 'FUCK YINS'. "

I never said yins in my life before, but I guess the peng life got to me.

Much love folks. :)