a random sstgyt

My ex is an SSTGYT. He spends 10 hours a day sorting virtual chests and still can’t beat me at Monopoly.

That SSTGYT tried to impress me with his 'perfect chest layout' and failed at basic math.

SSTGYT: 1. Me: 100. He can’t even build a proper house in the game.

That SSTGYT thinks he’s a legend because he remembers where all the chests are. He’s not even good at real life.

My friend’s ex is an SSTGYT. He once argued about chest placement for 3 hours.

That SSTGYT cried when his chest got stolen in Minecraft. Real man, fake skill.

My ex is an SSTGYT. He once broke down because his chest got stolen in Minecraft. Real man, fake strength.

That SSTGYT cried when he lost a chest. I felt bad for him. He’s not even good at real life.

SSTGYT: 1. Me: 100. He can’t even organize a chest without a breakdown.

My ex is an SSTGYT. He thinks organizing chests in Minecraft is a real job. It’s not.

That SSTGYT spends more time in Minecraft than me. I’ve got a life and he has a chest.

SSTGYT: 1. Me: 100. He’s got a chest, I’ve got a life.

That SSTGYT thinks he’s the best at games because he knows where every chest is. He’s not.

My ex is an SSTGYT. He argues about chest placement more than he argues about real stuff.

SSTGYT: 1. Me: 100. He’s got a chest, I’ve got a brain.

That SSTGYT thinks organizing chests in Minecraft is a real talent. It’s not. It’s a waste of time.

My ex is an SSTGYT. He once tried to convince me that chest sorting is a real skill. I laughed.

SSTGYT: 1. Me: 100. He’s got a chest, I’ve got a life.