Today I cleaned up my keyboard using Dawn Dish detergent and washing it out in the mufuckin’ sink using water.
But now I think it’s louder with crowder because soap particles have taken the integral seasoning from the plastic chicklets, so they are grinding together in a more unpleasant fashion as of heute.
So I took some peanut oil that I jerked off with last night and slathered it on that bitch, making sure to get it deep in the krevasses of this keyboard’s many kussies. Now every time I type I hear *squish squash squish* and the soupiness of travel is seriously affecting my typeracer rank in an unsavory way. Yung Lean said it’s all fake we not really even here.