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@askbumlets
Hola Chico’s y Chica’s
My name is Bumlets
Am I 17? who knows at this point
PUERTO RICO BABY 🇵🇷🇵🇷
*some other stuff about me i forgot*
ask me things guys it makes me happy
// some other accounts are
@askdaveyj
@askjackk
@ask-mushy-meyers
@askkidblink
@ask-race
@askkspotconlon
@askcrutchy
@askdeckfrombrooklyn
@ask-michaels-ghost
@asklesj
@ask-snitch (run by me)
@ask-sarahj
@askspecs
and many more ~~
YOU’RE GETTING MARRIED AND I’M HEARING ABOUT THIS NOW?
(@ask-bumlets why isnt it tagging)
well, it was recent!
Like how recent?
which of the newsies besides Jack is your best friend? Better yet, top three newsies you are closest to besides Kelly.
Gosh- well I love them all like family, but I think I'm closest with Blink, Crutchie, and Bumlets? But they're all amazing!
Aw, thanks Mouth.
*tapping on the window closest to his bed*
Ey, ey, Racer- Racer, wake up. Open up the window. Open it. C'mon, we gotta talk.
(@askkspotconlon)
what-SPOT?
youse should be in connecticut by now!
Nah, c'mon, I ain't goin' to Connecticut. 'Sides, Snyder nearly caught my ass on the way there.
(HOLY SHIT UR AWAKE AS THE SAME TIME AS ME)
G-d, Spot, what the hell is wrong with you?
I told you!
(yes its 3 AM and a weekend what else would i be doing)
Ah, yeah, yeah, ya did, but then I gots thinking and ise remembered the stab count on Spider's body: 19. I did 10 of those, you did 9. So I'm more responsible for ya and now ise gonna take the blame.
I CAME UP WITH IT! THAT EVENS IT OUT!
You, Spot Conlon, are THE MOST IDIOTIC PERSON ON THIS SIDE OF THE MISSISSIPPI!
Well, it don't matter anyways. And keep your voice down, there's people like, sleeping 'round here. 'Sides, I figured I should at least say bye to Jack and Mouth and such if I was gonna go. But I ain't.
*kisses him bc idk how to respond bc its 7:46 in the MORNING where i am*
*early riser ahh* *kisses him back because thats normal person response and spot is not an alien*
*totally not an alien* *AND LOOK MY CURTAINS WERE OPEN, THE SUN WAS STREAMING IN, THE BIRDS WERE A-CHIRPING! WHAT WAS I MEANT TO DO*
*a-chirping is wild* *spot is the illegal alien theygave a transgender operation*
*ohhh i didnt know you were referring to the MOTHERFUCKING CARROT* *PRINGLE HAIR* *DONALD DUCK* *MISS TRUMPBULL* *ORANGE* *POTUS*
*rip spot you wouldve hated trump + probably shot him* *i feel like we're hitting making out territory now*
*oh shit i forget they’re kissing* *and real* *modern-day spot would be the mario to ceo luigi*
*oh he so would be* *irish mario*
*wait im irish* *i have access to guns* *SHOULD I*
*no because theyll publicly murder you* *also i need this rp please*
*fair* *okay IC*
*pulls away*
Spot, I just want youse to be safe.
It's fine, Racer, really- It ain't gonna be safe for me nowhere anymore soon. I'd like to go out havin' some pride, at least.
Shit, Spotty, youse think stealin’ kids off the streets is prideful? It’d be safe, I-I know places, people, they can help youse!
Aw, no, I wasn't talking 'bout that. Had different plans. Never mind those, though.
You gotta go, we-we can’t be seen! Youse hangin’ out my window at 3 in the ever-lovin’ mornin’, and dear lord, what if someone saw us? Goodness knows how we’s still alive, how no folks saw us snoggin’.
Aw, they're all sleeping, I'm sure. Must be, right? I mean, in the Brooklyn lodging house, everyone is loud as hell down there. That's why I sleep in my own room.
*whispers* SHUT THE HELL UP. BUMLETS.
*whisper yells* YOU’RE THE ONE WHO WOKE ME UP.
I WASN’T TALKING TO-ugh. sorry. dropped somethin’.
Youse talking to someone?
…No.
Why do youse ask?
No reason, just Spot’s hat poking out the window.
WHAT?
no it ain’t-*kicks it out the window thus revealing spot’s head*
OW???
Don't kick me in the head, bastard!
*looks at bumlets*
Ah, shit. *hides more i dont know*
Aw, shit. Come on, Spot.
You literally kicked me in the head.
*drags him in*
@askbumlets, Spot. Spot, Bumlets.
Yeah, I know him. We've talked. 'Bout you, probably.
Maybe, maybe not.
Not you talkin’ about me behind my back!
I would never. We're real close pals, ain't we?
Yea we is.
Not you, I mean Race. We is too, though.
Damn alright.
...I don't think youse wanna be pals with me the way me 'n Race are pals.
It’s early Conlon I thought youse was talkin ‘bout me.
Ise would not make out with you sorrys
Not that I would do that with Race either !!!
Ok, woah um Imma go back to sleep.
*tapping on the window closest to his bed*
Ey, ey, Racer- Racer, wake up. Open up the window. Open it. C'mon, we gotta talk.
(@askkspotconlon)
what-SPOT?
youse should be in connecticut by now!
Nah, c'mon, I ain't goin' to Connecticut. 'Sides, Snyder nearly caught my ass on the way there.
(HOLY SHIT UR AWAKE AS THE SAME TIME AS ME)
G-d, Spot, what the hell is wrong with you?
I told you!
(yes its 3 AM and a weekend what else would i be doing)
Ah, yeah, yeah, ya did, but then I gots thinking and ise remembered the stab count on Spider's body: 19. I did 10 of those, you did 9. So I'm more responsible for ya and now ise gonna take the blame.
I CAME UP WITH IT! THAT EVENS IT OUT!
You, Spot Conlon, are THE MOST IDIOTIC PERSON ON THIS SIDE OF THE MISSISSIPPI!
Well, it don't matter anyways. And keep your voice down, there's people like, sleeping 'round here. 'Sides, I figured I should at least say bye to Jack and Mouth and such if I was gonna go. But I ain't.
*kisses him bc idk how to respond bc its 7:46 in the MORNING where i am*
*early riser ahh* *kisses him back because thats normal person response and spot is not an alien*
*totally not an alien* *AND LOOK MY CURTAINS WERE OPEN, THE SUN WAS STREAMING IN, THE BIRDS WERE A-CHIRPING! WHAT WAS I MEANT TO DO*
*a-chirping is wild* *spot is the illegal alien theygave a transgender operation*
*ohhh i didnt know you were referring to the MOTHERFUCKING CARROT* *PRINGLE HAIR* *DONALD DUCK* *MISS TRUMPBULL* *ORANGE* *POTUS*
*rip spot you wouldve hated trump + probably shot him* *i feel like we're hitting making out territory now*
*oh shit i forget they’re kissing* *and real* *modern-day spot would be the mario to ceo luigi*
*oh he so would be* *irish mario*
*wait im irish* *i have access to guns* *SHOULD I*
*no because theyll publicly murder you* *also i need this rp please*
*fair* *okay IC*
*pulls away*
Spot, I just want youse to be safe.
It's fine, Racer, really- It ain't gonna be safe for me nowhere anymore soon. I'd like to go out havin' some pride, at least.
Shit, Spotty, youse think stealin’ kids off the streets is prideful? It’d be safe, I-I know places, people, they can help youse!
Aw, no, I wasn't talking 'bout that. Had different plans. Never mind those, though.
You gotta go, we-we can’t be seen! Youse hangin’ out my window at 3 in the ever-lovin’ mornin’, and dear lord, what if someone saw us? Goodness knows how we’s still alive, how no folks saw us snoggin’.
Aw, they're all sleeping, I'm sure. Must be, right? I mean, in the Brooklyn lodging house, everyone is loud as hell down there. That's why I sleep in my own room.
*whispers* SHUT THE HELL UP. BUMLETS.
*whisper yells* YOU’RE THE ONE WHO WOKE ME UP.
I WASN’T TALKING TO-ugh. sorry. dropped somethin’.
Youse talking to someone?
…No.
Why do youse ask?
No reason, just Spot’s hat poking out the window.
WHAT?
no it ain’t-*kicks it out the window thus revealing spot’s head*
OW???
Don't kick me in the head, bastard!
*looks at bumlets*
Ah, shit. *hides more i dont know*
Aw, shit. Come on, Spot.
You literally kicked me in the head.
*drags him in*
@askbumlets, Spot. Spot, Bumlets.
Yeah, I know him. We've talked. 'Bout you, probably.
Maybe, maybe not.
Not you talkin’ about me behind my back!
I would never. We're real close pals, ain't we?
Yea we is.
Not you, I mean Race. We is too, though.
Damn alright.
...I don't think youse wanna be pals with me the way me 'n Race are pals.
It’s early Conlon I thought youse was talkin ‘bout me.
*tapping on the window closest to his bed*
Ey, ey, Racer- Racer, wake up. Open up the window. Open it. C'mon, we gotta talk.
(@askkspotconlon)
what-SPOT?
youse should be in connecticut by now!
Nah, c'mon, I ain't goin' to Connecticut. 'Sides, Snyder nearly caught my ass on the way there.
(HOLY SHIT UR AWAKE AS THE SAME TIME AS ME)
G-d, Spot, what the hell is wrong with you?
I told you!
(yes its 3 AM and a weekend what else would i be doing)
Ah, yeah, yeah, ya did, but then I gots thinking and ise remembered the stab count on Spider's body: 19. I did 10 of those, you did 9. So I'm more responsible for ya and now ise gonna take the blame.
I CAME UP WITH IT! THAT EVENS IT OUT!
You, Spot Conlon, are THE MOST IDIOTIC PERSON ON THIS SIDE OF THE MISSISSIPPI!
Well, it don't matter anyways. And keep your voice down, there's people like, sleeping 'round here. 'Sides, I figured I should at least say bye to Jack and Mouth and such if I was gonna go. But I ain't.
*kisses him bc idk how to respond bc its 7:46 in the MORNING where i am*
*early riser ahh* *kisses him back because thats normal person response and spot is not an alien*
*totally not an alien* *AND LOOK MY CURTAINS WERE OPEN, THE SUN WAS STREAMING IN, THE BIRDS WERE A-CHIRPING! WHAT WAS I MEANT TO DO*
*a-chirping is wild* *spot is the illegal alien theygave a transgender operation*
*ohhh i didnt know you were referring to the MOTHERFUCKING CARROT* *PRINGLE HAIR* *DONALD DUCK* *MISS TRUMPBULL* *ORANGE* *POTUS*
*rip spot you wouldve hated trump + probably shot him* *i feel like we're hitting making out territory now*
*oh shit i forget they’re kissing* *and real* *modern-day spot would be the mario to ceo luigi*
*oh he so would be* *irish mario*
*wait im irish* *i have access to guns* *SHOULD I*
*no because theyll publicly murder you* *also i need this rp please*
*fair* *okay IC*
*pulls away*
Spot, I just want youse to be safe.
It's fine, Racer, really- It ain't gonna be safe for me nowhere anymore soon. I'd like to go out havin' some pride, at least.
Shit, Spotty, youse think stealin’ kids off the streets is prideful? It’d be safe, I-I know places, people, they can help youse!
Aw, no, I wasn't talking 'bout that. Had different plans. Never mind those, though.
You gotta go, we-we can’t be seen! Youse hangin’ out my window at 3 in the ever-lovin’ mornin’, and dear lord, what if someone saw us? Goodness knows how we’s still alive, how no folks saw us snoggin’.
Aw, they're all sleeping, I'm sure. Must be, right? I mean, in the Brooklyn lodging house, everyone is loud as hell down there. That's why I sleep in my own room.
*whispers* SHUT THE HELL UP. BUMLETS.
*whisper yells* YOU’RE THE ONE WHO WOKE ME UP.
I WASN’T TALKING TO-ugh. sorry. dropped somethin’.
Youse talking to someone?
…No.
Why do youse ask?
No reason, just Spot’s hat poking out the window.
WHAT?
no it ain’t-*kicks it out the window thus revealing spot’s head*
OW???
Don't kick me in the head, bastard!
*looks at bumlets*
Ah, shit. *hides more i dont know*
Aw, shit. Come on, Spot.
You literally kicked me in the head.
*drags him in*
@askbumlets, Spot. Spot, Bumlets.
Yeah, I know him. We've talked. 'Bout you, probably.
Maybe, maybe not.
Not you talkin’ about me behind my back!
I would never. We're real close pals, ain't we?
Yea we is.
he was talkin’ about me an’ him, bumlets, not him and youse
unless youse are close pals, in which situation i wring your necks
Race I’ve been up for like ten minutes let my brain adjust.
*tapping on the window closest to his bed*
Ey, ey, Racer- Racer, wake up. Open up the window. Open it. C'mon, we gotta talk.
(@askkspotconlon)
what-SPOT?
youse should be in connecticut by now!
Nah, c'mon, I ain't goin' to Connecticut. 'Sides, Snyder nearly caught my ass on the way there.
(HOLY SHIT UR AWAKE AS THE SAME TIME AS ME)
G-d, Spot, what the hell is wrong with you?
I told you!
(yes its 3 AM and a weekend what else would i be doing)
Ah, yeah, yeah, ya did, but then I gots thinking and ise remembered the stab count on Spider's body: 19. I did 10 of those, you did 9. So I'm more responsible for ya and now ise gonna take the blame.
I CAME UP WITH IT! THAT EVENS IT OUT!
You, Spot Conlon, are THE MOST IDIOTIC PERSON ON THIS SIDE OF THE MISSISSIPPI!
Well, it don't matter anyways. And keep your voice down, there's people like, sleeping 'round here. 'Sides, I figured I should at least say bye to Jack and Mouth and such if I was gonna go. But I ain't.
*kisses him bc idk how to respond bc its 7:46 in the MORNING where i am*
*early riser ahh* *kisses him back because thats normal person response and spot is not an alien*
*totally not an alien* *AND LOOK MY CURTAINS WERE OPEN, THE SUN WAS STREAMING IN, THE BIRDS WERE A-CHIRPING! WHAT WAS I MEANT TO DO*
*a-chirping is wild* *spot is the illegal alien theygave a transgender operation*
*ohhh i didnt know you were referring to the MOTHERFUCKING CARROT* *PRINGLE HAIR* *DONALD DUCK* *MISS TRUMPBULL* *ORANGE* *POTUS*
*rip spot you wouldve hated trump + probably shot him* *i feel like we're hitting making out territory now*
*oh shit i forget they’re kissing* *and real* *modern-day spot would be the mario to ceo luigi*
*oh he so would be* *irish mario*
*wait im irish* *i have access to guns* *SHOULD I*
*no because theyll publicly murder you* *also i need this rp please*
*fair* *okay IC*
*pulls away*
Spot, I just want youse to be safe.
It's fine, Racer, really- It ain't gonna be safe for me nowhere anymore soon. I'd like to go out havin' some pride, at least.
Shit, Spotty, youse think stealin’ kids off the streets is prideful? It’d be safe, I-I know places, people, they can help youse!
Aw, no, I wasn't talking 'bout that. Had different plans. Never mind those, though.
You gotta go, we-we can’t be seen! Youse hangin’ out my window at 3 in the ever-lovin’ mornin’, and dear lord, what if someone saw us? Goodness knows how we’s still alive, how no folks saw us snoggin’.
Aw, they're all sleeping, I'm sure. Must be, right? I mean, in the Brooklyn lodging house, everyone is loud as hell down there. That's why I sleep in my own room.
*whispers* SHUT THE HELL UP. BUMLETS.
*whisper yells* YOU’RE THE ONE WHO WOKE ME UP.
I WASN’T TALKING TO-ugh. sorry. dropped somethin’.
Youse talking to someone?
…No.
Why do youse ask?
No reason, just Spot’s hat poking out the window.
WHAT?
no it ain’t-*kicks it out the window thus revealing spot’s head*
OW???
Don't kick me in the head, bastard!
*looks at bumlets*
Ah, shit. *hides more i dont know*
Aw, shit. Come on, Spot.
You literally kicked me in the head.
*drags him in*
@askbumlets, Spot. Spot, Bumlets.
Yeah, I know him. We've talked. 'Bout you, probably.
Maybe, maybe not.
Not you talkin’ about me behind my back!
I would never. We're real close pals, ain't we?
Yea we is.
Not you, I mean Race. We is too, though.
Damn alright.
*tapping on the window closest to his bed*
Ey, ey, Racer- Racer, wake up. Open up the window. Open it. C'mon, we gotta talk.
(@askkspotconlon)
what-SPOT?
youse should be in connecticut by now!
Nah, c'mon, I ain't goin' to Connecticut. 'Sides, Snyder nearly caught my ass on the way there.
(HOLY SHIT UR AWAKE AS THE SAME TIME AS ME)
G-d, Spot, what the hell is wrong with you?
I told you!
(yes its 3 AM and a weekend what else would i be doing)
Ah, yeah, yeah, ya did, but then I gots thinking and ise remembered the stab count on Spider's body: 19. I did 10 of those, you did 9. So I'm more responsible for ya and now ise gonna take the blame.
I CAME UP WITH IT! THAT EVENS IT OUT!
You, Spot Conlon, are THE MOST IDIOTIC PERSON ON THIS SIDE OF THE MISSISSIPPI!
Well, it don't matter anyways. And keep your voice down, there's people like, sleeping 'round here. 'Sides, I figured I should at least say bye to Jack and Mouth and such if I was gonna go. But I ain't.
*kisses him bc idk how to respond bc its 7:46 in the MORNING where i am*
*early riser ahh* *kisses him back because thats normal person response and spot is not an alien*
*totally not an alien* *AND LOOK MY CURTAINS WERE OPEN, THE SUN WAS STREAMING IN, THE BIRDS WERE A-CHIRPING! WHAT WAS I MEANT TO DO*
*a-chirping is wild* *spot is the illegal alien theygave a transgender operation*
*ohhh i didnt know you were referring to the MOTHERFUCKING CARROT* *PRINGLE HAIR* *DONALD DUCK* *MISS TRUMPBULL* *ORANGE* *POTUS*
*rip spot you wouldve hated trump + probably shot him* *i feel like we're hitting making out territory now*
*oh shit i forget they’re kissing* *and real* *modern-day spot would be the mario to ceo luigi*
*oh he so would be* *irish mario*
*wait im irish* *i have access to guns* *SHOULD I*
*no because theyll publicly murder you* *also i need this rp please*
*fair* *okay IC*
*pulls away*
Spot, I just want youse to be safe.
It's fine, Racer, really- It ain't gonna be safe for me nowhere anymore soon. I'd like to go out havin' some pride, at least.
Shit, Spotty, youse think stealin’ kids off the streets is prideful? It’d be safe, I-I know places, people, they can help youse!
Aw, no, I wasn't talking 'bout that. Had different plans. Never mind those, though.
You gotta go, we-we can’t be seen! Youse hangin’ out my window at 3 in the ever-lovin’ mornin’, and dear lord, what if someone saw us? Goodness knows how we’s still alive, how no folks saw us snoggin’.
Aw, they're all sleeping, I'm sure. Must be, right? I mean, in the Brooklyn lodging house, everyone is loud as hell down there. That's why I sleep in my own room.
*whispers* SHUT THE HELL UP. BUMLETS.
*whisper yells* YOU’RE THE ONE WHO WOKE ME UP.
I WASN’T TALKING TO-ugh. sorry. dropped somethin’.
Youse talking to someone?
…No.
Why do youse ask?
No reason, just Spot’s hat poking out the window.
WHAT?
no it ain’t-*kicks it out the window thus revealing spot’s head*
OW???
Don't kick me in the head, bastard!
*looks at bumlets*
Ah, shit. *hides more i dont know*
Aw, shit. Come on, Spot.
You literally kicked me in the head.
*drags him in*
@askbumlets, Spot. Spot, Bumlets.
Yeah, I know him. We've talked. 'Bout you, probably.
Maybe, maybe not.
Not you talkin’ about me behind my back!
I would never. We're real close pals, ain't we?
Yea we is.
*tapping on the window closest to his bed*
Ey, ey, Racer- Racer, wake up. Open up the window. Open it. C'mon, we gotta talk.
(@askkspotconlon)
what-SPOT?
youse should be in connecticut by now!
Nah, c'mon, I ain't goin' to Connecticut. 'Sides, Snyder nearly caught my ass on the way there.
(HOLY SHIT UR AWAKE AS THE SAME TIME AS ME)
G-d, Spot, what the hell is wrong with you?
I told you!
(yes its 3 AM and a weekend what else would i be doing)
Ah, yeah, yeah, ya did, but then I gots thinking and ise remembered the stab count on Spider's body: 19. I did 10 of those, you did 9. So I'm more responsible for ya and now ise gonna take the blame.
I CAME UP WITH IT! THAT EVENS IT OUT!
You, Spot Conlon, are THE MOST IDIOTIC PERSON ON THIS SIDE OF THE MISSISSIPPI!
Well, it don't matter anyways. And keep your voice down, there's people like, sleeping 'round here. 'Sides, I figured I should at least say bye to Jack and Mouth and such if I was gonna go. But I ain't.
*kisses him bc idk how to respond bc its 7:46 in the MORNING where i am*
*early riser ahh* *kisses him back because thats normal person response and spot is not an alien*
*totally not an alien* *AND LOOK MY CURTAINS WERE OPEN, THE SUN WAS STREAMING IN, THE BIRDS WERE A-CHIRPING! WHAT WAS I MEANT TO DO*
*a-chirping is wild* *spot is the illegal alien theygave a transgender operation*
*ohhh i didnt know you were referring to the MOTHERFUCKING CARROT* *PRINGLE HAIR* *DONALD DUCK* *MISS TRUMPBULL* *ORANGE* *POTUS*
*rip spot you wouldve hated trump + probably shot him* *i feel like we're hitting making out territory now*
*oh shit i forget they’re kissing* *and real* *modern-day spot would be the mario to ceo luigi*
*oh he so would be* *irish mario*
*wait im irish* *i have access to guns* *SHOULD I*
*no because theyll publicly murder you* *also i need this rp please*
*fair* *okay IC*
*pulls away*
Spot, I just want youse to be safe.
It's fine, Racer, really- It ain't gonna be safe for me nowhere anymore soon. I'd like to go out havin' some pride, at least.
Shit, Spotty, youse think stealin’ kids off the streets is prideful? It’d be safe, I-I know places, people, they can help youse!
Aw, no, I wasn't talking 'bout that. Had different plans. Never mind those, though.
You gotta go, we-we can’t be seen! Youse hangin’ out my window at 3 in the ever-lovin’ mornin’, and dear lord, what if someone saw us? Goodness knows how we’s still alive, how no folks saw us snoggin’.
Aw, they're all sleeping, I'm sure. Must be, right? I mean, in the Brooklyn lodging house, everyone is loud as hell down there. That's why I sleep in my own room.
*whispers* SHUT THE HELL UP. BUMLETS.
*whisper yells* YOU’RE THE ONE WHO WOKE ME UP.
I WASN’T TALKING TO-ugh. sorry. dropped somethin’.
Youse talking to someone?
…No.
Why do youse ask?
No reason, just Spot’s hat poking out the window.
WHAT?
no it ain’t-*kicks it out the window thus revealing spot’s head*
OW???
Don't kick me in the head, bastard!
*looks at bumlets*
Ah, shit. *hides more i dont know*
Aw, shit. Come on, Spot.
You literally kicked me in the head.
*drags him in*
@askbumlets, Spot. Spot, Bumlets.
Yeah, I know him. We've talked. 'Bout you, probably.
Maybe, maybe not.
Not you talkin’ about me behind my back!
Whatttt, nahhh.
*gasp*
YOU FU-
Shhhhh dummy, you’re gonna wake the others.
*tapping on the window closest to his bed*
Ey, ey, Racer- Racer, wake up. Open up the window. Open it. C'mon, we gotta talk.
(@askkspotconlon)
what-SPOT?
youse should be in connecticut by now!
Nah, c'mon, I ain't goin' to Connecticut. 'Sides, Snyder nearly caught my ass on the way there.
(HOLY SHIT UR AWAKE AS THE SAME TIME AS ME)
G-d, Spot, what the hell is wrong with you?
I told you!
(yes its 3 AM and a weekend what else would i be doing)
Ah, yeah, yeah, ya did, but then I gots thinking and ise remembered the stab count on Spider's body: 19. I did 10 of those, you did 9. So I'm more responsible for ya and now ise gonna take the blame.
I CAME UP WITH IT! THAT EVENS IT OUT!
You, Spot Conlon, are THE MOST IDIOTIC PERSON ON THIS SIDE OF THE MISSISSIPPI!
Well, it don't matter anyways. And keep your voice down, there's people like, sleeping 'round here. 'Sides, I figured I should at least say bye to Jack and Mouth and such if I was gonna go. But I ain't.
*kisses him bc idk how to respond bc its 7:46 in the MORNING where i am*
*early riser ahh* *kisses him back because thats normal person response and spot is not an alien*
*totally not an alien* *AND LOOK MY CURTAINS WERE OPEN, THE SUN WAS STREAMING IN, THE BIRDS WERE A-CHIRPING! WHAT WAS I MEANT TO DO*
*a-chirping is wild* *spot is the illegal alien theygave a transgender operation*
*ohhh i didnt know you were referring to the MOTHERFUCKING CARROT* *PRINGLE HAIR* *DONALD DUCK* *MISS TRUMPBULL* *ORANGE* *POTUS*
*rip spot you wouldve hated trump + probably shot him* *i feel like we're hitting making out territory now*
*oh shit i forget they’re kissing* *and real* *modern-day spot would be the mario to ceo luigi*
*oh he so would be* *irish mario*
*wait im irish* *i have access to guns* *SHOULD I*
*no because theyll publicly murder you* *also i need this rp please*
*fair* *okay IC*
*pulls away*
Spot, I just want youse to be safe.
It's fine, Racer, really- It ain't gonna be safe for me nowhere anymore soon. I'd like to go out havin' some pride, at least.
Shit, Spotty, youse think stealin’ kids off the streets is prideful? It’d be safe, I-I know places, people, they can help youse!
Aw, no, I wasn't talking 'bout that. Had different plans. Never mind those, though.
You gotta go, we-we can’t be seen! Youse hangin’ out my window at 3 in the ever-lovin’ mornin’, and dear lord, what if someone saw us? Goodness knows how we’s still alive, how no folks saw us snoggin’.
Aw, they're all sleeping, I'm sure. Must be, right? I mean, in the Brooklyn lodging house, everyone is loud as hell down there. That's why I sleep in my own room.
*whispers* SHUT THE HELL UP. BUMLETS.
*whisper yells* YOU’RE THE ONE WHO WOKE ME UP.
I WASN’T TALKING TO-ugh. sorry. dropped somethin’.
Youse talking to someone?
…No.
Why do youse ask?
No reason, just Spot’s hat poking out the window.
WHAT?
no it ain’t-*kicks it out the window thus revealing spot’s head*
OW???
Don't kick me in the head, bastard!
*looks at bumlets*
Ah, shit. *hides more i dont know*
Aw, shit. Come on, Spot.
You literally kicked me in the head.
*drags him in*
@askbumlets, Spot. Spot, Bumlets.
Yeah, I know him. We've talked. 'Bout you, probably.
Maybe, maybe not.
Not you talkin’ about me behind my back!
Whatttt, nahhh.
*tapping on the window closest to his bed*
Ey, ey, Racer- Racer, wake up. Open up the window. Open it. C'mon, we gotta talk.
(@askkspotconlon)
what-SPOT?
youse should be in connecticut by now!
Nah, c'mon, I ain't goin' to Connecticut. 'Sides, Snyder nearly caught my ass on the way there.
(HOLY SHIT UR AWAKE AS THE SAME TIME AS ME)
G-d, Spot, what the hell is wrong with you?
I told you!
(yes its 3 AM and a weekend what else would i be doing)
Ah, yeah, yeah, ya did, but then I gots thinking and ise remembered the stab count on Spider's body: 19. I did 10 of those, you did 9. So I'm more responsible for ya and now ise gonna take the blame.
I CAME UP WITH IT! THAT EVENS IT OUT!
You, Spot Conlon, are THE MOST IDIOTIC PERSON ON THIS SIDE OF THE MISSISSIPPI!
Well, it don't matter anyways. And keep your voice down, there's people like, sleeping 'round here. 'Sides, I figured I should at least say bye to Jack and Mouth and such if I was gonna go. But I ain't.
*kisses him bc idk how to respond bc its 7:46 in the MORNING where i am*
*early riser ahh* *kisses him back because thats normal person response and spot is not an alien*
*totally not an alien* *AND LOOK MY CURTAINS WERE OPEN, THE SUN WAS STREAMING IN, THE BIRDS WERE A-CHIRPING! WHAT WAS I MEANT TO DO*
*a-chirping is wild* *spot is the illegal alien theygave a transgender operation*
*ohhh i didnt know you were referring to the MOTHERFUCKING CARROT* *PRINGLE HAIR* *DONALD DUCK* *MISS TRUMPBULL* *ORANGE* *POTUS*
*rip spot you wouldve hated trump + probably shot him* *i feel like we're hitting making out territory now*
*oh shit i forget they’re kissing* *and real* *modern-day spot would be the mario to ceo luigi*
*oh he so would be* *irish mario*
*wait im irish* *i have access to guns* *SHOULD I*
*no because theyll publicly murder you* *also i need this rp please*
*fair* *okay IC*
*pulls away*
Spot, I just want youse to be safe.
It's fine, Racer, really- It ain't gonna be safe for me nowhere anymore soon. I'd like to go out havin' some pride, at least.
Shit, Spotty, youse think stealin’ kids off the streets is prideful? It’d be safe, I-I know places, people, they can help youse!
Aw, no, I wasn't talking 'bout that. Had different plans. Never mind those, though.
You gotta go, we-we can’t be seen! Youse hangin’ out my window at 3 in the ever-lovin’ mornin’, and dear lord, what if someone saw us? Goodness knows how we’s still alive, how no folks saw us snoggin’.
Aw, they're all sleeping, I'm sure. Must be, right? I mean, in the Brooklyn lodging house, everyone is loud as hell down there. That's why I sleep in my own room.
*whispers* SHUT THE HELL UP. BUMLETS.
*whisper yells* YOU’RE THE ONE WHO WOKE ME UP.
I WASN’T TALKING TO-ugh. sorry. dropped somethin’.
Youse talking to someone?
…No.
Why do youse ask?
No reason, just Spot’s hat poking out the window.
WHAT?
no it ain’t-*kicks it out the window thus revealing spot’s head*
OW???
Don't kick me in the head, bastard!
*looks at bumlets*
Ah, shit. *hides more i dont know*
Aw, shit. Come on, Spot.
You literally kicked me in the head.
*drags him in*
@askbumlets, Spot. Spot, Bumlets.
Yeah, I know him. We've talked. 'Bout you, probably.
Maybe, maybe not.
*tapping on the window closest to his bed*
Ey, ey, Racer- Racer, wake up. Open up the window. Open it. C'mon, we gotta talk.
(@askkspotconlon)
what-SPOT?
youse should be in connecticut by now!
Nah, c'mon, I ain't goin' to Connecticut. 'Sides, Snyder nearly caught my ass on the way there.
(HOLY SHIT UR AWAKE AS THE SAME TIME AS ME)
G-d, Spot, what the hell is wrong with you?
I told you!
(yes its 3 AM and a weekend what else would i be doing)
Ah, yeah, yeah, ya did, but then I gots thinking and ise remembered the stab count on Spider's body: 19. I did 10 of those, you did 9. So I'm more responsible for ya and now ise gonna take the blame.
I CAME UP WITH IT! THAT EVENS IT OUT!
You, Spot Conlon, are THE MOST IDIOTIC PERSON ON THIS SIDE OF THE MISSISSIPPI!
Well, it don't matter anyways. And keep your voice down, there's people like, sleeping 'round here. 'Sides, I figured I should at least say bye to Jack and Mouth and such if I was gonna go. But I ain't.
*kisses him bc idk how to respond bc its 7:46 in the MORNING where i am*
*early riser ahh* *kisses him back because thats normal person response and spot is not an alien*
*totally not an alien* *AND LOOK MY CURTAINS WERE OPEN, THE SUN WAS STREAMING IN, THE BIRDS WERE A-CHIRPING! WHAT WAS I MEANT TO DO*
*a-chirping is wild* *spot is the illegal alien theygave a transgender operation*
*ohhh i didnt know you were referring to the MOTHERFUCKING CARROT* *PRINGLE HAIR* *DONALD DUCK* *MISS TRUMPBULL* *ORANGE* *POTUS*
*rip spot you wouldve hated trump + probably shot him* *i feel like we're hitting making out territory now*
*oh shit i forget they’re kissing* *and real* *modern-day spot would be the mario to ceo luigi*
*oh he so would be* *irish mario*
*wait im irish* *i have access to guns* *SHOULD I*
*no because theyll publicly murder you* *also i need this rp please*
*fair* *okay IC*
*pulls away*
Spot, I just want youse to be safe.
It's fine, Racer, really- It ain't gonna be safe for me nowhere anymore soon. I'd like to go out havin' some pride, at least.
Shit, Spotty, youse think stealin’ kids off the streets is prideful? It’d be safe, I-I know places, people, they can help youse!
Aw, no, I wasn't talking 'bout that. Had different plans. Never mind those, though.
You gotta go, we-we can’t be seen! Youse hangin’ out my window at 3 in the ever-lovin’ mornin’, and dear lord, what if someone saw us? Goodness knows how we’s still alive, how no folks saw us snoggin’.
Aw, they're all sleeping, I'm sure. Must be, right? I mean, in the Brooklyn lodging house, everyone is loud as hell down there. That's why I sleep in my own room.
*whispers* SHUT THE HELL UP. BUMLETS.
*whisper yells* YOU’RE THE ONE WHO WOKE ME UP.
I WASN’T TALKING TO-ugh. sorry. dropped somethin’.
Youse talking to someone?
…No.
Why do youse ask?
No reason, just Spot’s hat poking out the window.
WHAT?
no it ain’t-*kicks it out the window thus revealing spot’s head*
OW???
Don't kick me in the head, bastard!
*looks at bumlets*
Ah, shit. *hides more i dont know*
*jumps down*
Just get in here chiquito.
*tapping on the window closest to his bed*
Ey, ey, Racer- Racer, wake up. Open up the window. Open it. C'mon, we gotta talk.
(@askkspotconlon)
what-SPOT?
youse should be in connecticut by now!
Nah, c'mon, I ain't goin' to Connecticut. 'Sides, Snyder nearly caught my ass on the way there.
(HOLY SHIT UR AWAKE AS THE SAME TIME AS ME)
G-d, Spot, what the hell is wrong with you?
I told you!
(yes its 3 AM and a weekend what else would i be doing)
Ah, yeah, yeah, ya did, but then I gots thinking and ise remembered the stab count on Spider's body: 19. I did 10 of those, you did 9. So I'm more responsible for ya and now ise gonna take the blame.
I CAME UP WITH IT! THAT EVENS IT OUT!
You, Spot Conlon, are THE MOST IDIOTIC PERSON ON THIS SIDE OF THE MISSISSIPPI!
Well, it don't matter anyways. And keep your voice down, there's people like, sleeping 'round here. 'Sides, I figured I should at least say bye to Jack and Mouth and such if I was gonna go. But I ain't.
*kisses him bc idk how to respond bc its 7:46 in the MORNING where i am*
*early riser ahh* *kisses him back because thats normal person response and spot is not an alien*
*totally not an alien* *AND LOOK MY CURTAINS WERE OPEN, THE SUN WAS STREAMING IN, THE BIRDS WERE A-CHIRPING! WHAT WAS I MEANT TO DO*
*a-chirping is wild* *spot is the illegal alien theygave a transgender operation*
*ohhh i didnt know you were referring to the MOTHERFUCKING CARROT* *PRINGLE HAIR* *DONALD DUCK* *MISS TRUMPBULL* *ORANGE* *POTUS*
*rip spot you wouldve hated trump + probably shot him* *i feel like we're hitting making out territory now*
*oh shit i forget they’re kissing* *and real* *modern-day spot would be the mario to ceo luigi*
*oh he so would be* *irish mario*
*wait im irish* *i have access to guns* *SHOULD I*
*no because theyll publicly murder you* *also i need this rp please*
*fair* *okay IC*
*pulls away*
Spot, I just want youse to be safe.
It's fine, Racer, really- It ain't gonna be safe for me nowhere anymore soon. I'd like to go out havin' some pride, at least.
Shit, Spotty, youse think stealin’ kids off the streets is prideful? It’d be safe, I-I know places, people, they can help youse!
Aw, no, I wasn't talking 'bout that. Had different plans. Never mind those, though.
You gotta go, we-we can’t be seen! Youse hangin’ out my window at 3 in the ever-lovin’ mornin’, and dear lord, what if someone saw us? Goodness knows how we’s still alive, how no folks saw us snoggin’.
Aw, they're all sleeping, I'm sure. Must be, right? I mean, in the Brooklyn lodging house, everyone is loud as hell down there. That's why I sleep in my own room.
*whispers* SHUT THE HELL UP. BUMLETS.
*whisper yells* YOU’RE THE ONE WHO WOKE ME UP.
I WASN’T TALKING TO-ugh. sorry. dropped somethin’.
Youse talking to someone?
…No.
Why do youse ask?
No reason, just Spot’s hat poking out the window.
WHAT?
no it ain’t-*kicks it out the window thus revealing spot’s head*
My point proven. Just let him in Racer.
*tapping on the window closest to his bed*
Ey, ey, Racer- Racer, wake up. Open up the window. Open it. C'mon, we gotta talk.
(@askkspotconlon)
what-SPOT?
youse should be in connecticut by now!
Nah, c'mon, I ain't goin' to Connecticut. 'Sides, Snyder nearly caught my ass on the way there.
(HOLY SHIT UR AWAKE AS THE SAME TIME AS ME)
G-d, Spot, what the hell is wrong with you?
I told you!
(yes its 3 AM and a weekend what else would i be doing)
Ah, yeah, yeah, ya did, but then I gots thinking and ise remembered the stab count on Spider's body: 19. I did 10 of those, you did 9. So I'm more responsible for ya and now ise gonna take the blame.
I CAME UP WITH IT! THAT EVENS IT OUT!
You, Spot Conlon, are THE MOST IDIOTIC PERSON ON THIS SIDE OF THE MISSISSIPPI!
Well, it don't matter anyways. And keep your voice down, there's people like, sleeping 'round here. 'Sides, I figured I should at least say bye to Jack and Mouth and such if I was gonna go. But I ain't.
*kisses him bc idk how to respond bc its 7:46 in the MORNING where i am*
*early riser ahh* *kisses him back because thats normal person response and spot is not an alien*
*totally not an alien* *AND LOOK MY CURTAINS WERE OPEN, THE SUN WAS STREAMING IN, THE BIRDS WERE A-CHIRPING! WHAT WAS I MEANT TO DO*
*a-chirping is wild* *spot is the illegal alien theygave a transgender operation*
*ohhh i didnt know you were referring to the MOTHERFUCKING CARROT* *PRINGLE HAIR* *DONALD DUCK* *MISS TRUMPBULL* *ORANGE* *POTUS*
*rip spot you wouldve hated trump + probably shot him* *i feel like we're hitting making out territory now*
*oh shit i forget they’re kissing* *and real* *modern-day spot would be the mario to ceo luigi*
*oh he so would be* *irish mario*
*wait im irish* *i have access to guns* *SHOULD I*
*no because theyll publicly murder you* *also i need this rp please*
*fair* *okay IC*
*pulls away*
Spot, I just want youse to be safe.
It's fine, Racer, really- It ain't gonna be safe for me nowhere anymore soon. I'd like to go out havin' some pride, at least.
Shit, Spotty, youse think stealin’ kids off the streets is prideful? It’d be safe, I-I know places, people, they can help youse!
Aw, no, I wasn't talking 'bout that. Had different plans. Never mind those, though.
You gotta go, we-we can’t be seen! Youse hangin’ out my window at 3 in the ever-lovin’ mornin’, and dear lord, what if someone saw us? Goodness knows how we’s still alive, how no folks saw us snoggin’.
Aw, they're all sleeping, I'm sure. Must be, right? I mean, in the Brooklyn lodging house, everyone is loud as hell down there. That's why I sleep in my own room.
*whispers* SHUT THE HELL UP. BUMLETS.
*whisper yells* YOU’RE THE ONE WHO WOKE ME UP.
I WASN’T TALKING TO-ugh. sorry. dropped somethin’.
Youse talking to someone?
…No.
Why do youse ask?
No reason, just Spot’s hat poking out the window.
*tapping on the window closest to his bed*
Ey, ey, Racer- Racer, wake up. Open up the window. Open it. C'mon, we gotta talk.
(@askkspotconlon)
what-SPOT?
youse should be in connecticut by now!
Nah, c'mon, I ain't goin' to Connecticut. 'Sides, Snyder nearly caught my ass on the way there.
(HOLY SHIT UR AWAKE AS THE SAME TIME AS ME)
G-d, Spot, what the hell is wrong with you?
I told you!
(yes its 3 AM and a weekend what else would i be doing)
Ah, yeah, yeah, ya did, but then I gots thinking and ise remembered the stab count on Spider's body: 19. I did 10 of those, you did 9. So I'm more responsible for ya and now ise gonna take the blame.
I CAME UP WITH IT! THAT EVENS IT OUT!
You, Spot Conlon, are THE MOST IDIOTIC PERSON ON THIS SIDE OF THE MISSISSIPPI!
Well, it don't matter anyways. And keep your voice down, there's people like, sleeping 'round here. 'Sides, I figured I should at least say bye to Jack and Mouth and such if I was gonna go. But I ain't.
*kisses him bc idk how to respond bc its 7:46 in the MORNING where i am*
*early riser ahh* *kisses him back because thats normal person response and spot is not an alien*
*totally not an alien* *AND LOOK MY CURTAINS WERE OPEN, THE SUN WAS STREAMING IN, THE BIRDS WERE A-CHIRPING! WHAT WAS I MEANT TO DO*
*a-chirping is wild* *spot is the illegal alien theygave a transgender operation*
*ohhh i didnt know you were referring to the MOTHERFUCKING CARROT* *PRINGLE HAIR* *DONALD DUCK* *MISS TRUMPBULL* *ORANGE* *POTUS*
*rip spot you wouldve hated trump + probably shot him* *i feel like we're hitting making out territory now*
*oh shit i forget they’re kissing* *and real* *modern-day spot would be the mario to ceo luigi*
*oh he so would be* *irish mario*
*wait im irish* *i have access to guns* *SHOULD I*
*no because theyll publicly murder you* *also i need this rp please*
*fair* *okay IC*
*pulls away*
Spot, I just want youse to be safe.
It's fine, Racer, really- It ain't gonna be safe for me nowhere anymore soon. I'd like to go out havin' some pride, at least.
Shit, Spotty, youse think stealin’ kids off the streets is prideful? It’d be safe, I-I know places, people, they can help youse!
Aw, no, I wasn't talking 'bout that. Had different plans. Never mind those, though.
You gotta go, we-we can’t be seen! Youse hangin’ out my window at 3 in the ever-lovin’ mornin’, and dear lord, what if someone saw us? Goodness knows how we’s still alive, how no folks saw us snoggin’.
Aw, they're all sleeping, I'm sure. Must be, right? I mean, in the Brooklyn lodging house, everyone is loud as hell down there. That's why I sleep in my own room.
*whispers* SHUT THE HELL UP. BUMLETS.
*whisper yells* YOU’RE THE ONE WHO WOKE ME UP.
I WASN’T TALKING TO-ugh. sorry. dropped somethin’.
Youse talking to someone?
*tapping on the window closest to his bed*
Ey, ey, Racer- Racer, wake up. Open up the window. Open it. C'mon, we gotta talk.
(@askkspotconlon)
what-SPOT?
youse should be in connecticut by now!
Nah, c'mon, I ain't goin' to Connecticut. 'Sides, Snyder nearly caught my ass on the way there.
(HOLY SHIT UR AWAKE AS THE SAME TIME AS ME)
G-d, Spot, what the hell is wrong with you?
I told you!
(yes its 3 AM and a weekend what else would i be doing)
Ah, yeah, yeah, ya did, but then I gots thinking and ise remembered the stab count on Spider's body: 19. I did 10 of those, you did 9. So I'm more responsible for ya and now ise gonna take the blame.
I CAME UP WITH IT! THAT EVENS IT OUT!
You, Spot Conlon, are THE MOST IDIOTIC PERSON ON THIS SIDE OF THE MISSISSIPPI!
Well, it don't matter anyways. And keep your voice down, there's people like, sleeping 'round here. 'Sides, I figured I should at least say bye to Jack and Mouth and such if I was gonna go. But I ain't.
*kisses him bc idk how to respond bc its 7:46 in the MORNING where i am*
*early riser ahh* *kisses him back because thats normal person response and spot is not an alien*
*totally not an alien* *AND LOOK MY CURTAINS WERE OPEN, THE SUN WAS STREAMING IN, THE BIRDS WERE A-CHIRPING! WHAT WAS I MEANT TO DO*
*a-chirping is wild* *spot is the illegal alien theygave a transgender operation*
*ohhh i didnt know you were referring to the MOTHERFUCKING CARROT* *PRINGLE HAIR* *DONALD DUCK* *MISS TRUMPBULL* *ORANGE* *POTUS*
*rip spot you wouldve hated trump + probably shot him* *i feel like we're hitting making out territory now*
*oh shit i forget they’re kissing* *and real* *modern-day spot would be the mario to ceo luigi*
*oh he so would be* *irish mario*
*wait im irish* *i have access to guns* *SHOULD I*
*no because theyll publicly murder you* *also i need this rp please*
*fair* *okay IC*
*pulls away*
Spot, I just want youse to be safe.
It's fine, Racer, really- It ain't gonna be safe for me nowhere anymore soon. I'd like to go out havin' some pride, at least.
Shit, Spotty, youse think stealin’ kids off the streets is prideful? It’d be safe, I-I know places, people, they can help youse!
Aw, no, I wasn't talking 'bout that. Had different plans. Never mind those, though.
You gotta go, we-we can’t be seen! Youse hangin’ out my window at 3 in the ever-lovin’ mornin’, and dear lord, what if someone saw us? Goodness knows how we’s still alive, how no folks saw us snoggin’.
Aw, they're all sleeping, I'm sure. Must be, right? I mean, in the Brooklyn lodging house, everyone is loud as hell down there. That's why I sleep in my own room.
*whispers* SHUT THE HELL UP. BUMLETS.
*whisper yells* YOU’RE THE ONE WHO WOKE ME UP.
*tapping on the window closest to his bed*
Ey, ey, Racer- Racer, wake up. Open up the window. Open it. C'mon, we gotta talk.
(@askkspotconlon)
what-SPOT?
youse should be in connecticut by now!
Nah, c'mon, I ain't goin' to Connecticut. 'Sides, Snyder nearly caught my ass on the way there.
(HOLY SHIT UR AWAKE AS THE SAME TIME AS ME)
G-d, Spot, what the hell is wrong with you?
I told you!
(yes its 3 AM and a weekend what else would i be doing)
Ah, yeah, yeah, ya did, but then I gots thinking and ise remembered the stab count on Spider's body: 19. I did 10 of those, you did 9. So I'm more responsible for ya and now ise gonna take the blame.
I CAME UP WITH IT! THAT EVENS IT OUT!
You, Spot Conlon, are THE MOST IDIOTIC PERSON ON THIS SIDE OF THE MISSISSIPPI!
Well, it don't matter anyways. And keep your voice down, there's people like, sleeping 'round here. 'Sides, I figured I should at least say bye to Jack and Mouth and such if I was gonna go. But I ain't.
*kisses him bc idk how to respond bc its 7:46 in the MORNING where i am*
*early riser ahh* *kisses him back because thats normal person response and spot is not an alien*
*totally not an alien* *AND LOOK MY CURTAINS WERE OPEN, THE SUN WAS STREAMING IN, THE BIRDS WERE A-CHIRPING! WHAT WAS I MEANT TO DO*
*a-chirping is wild* *spot is the illegal alien theygave a transgender operation*
*ohhh i didnt know you were referring to the MOTHERFUCKING CARROT* *PRINGLE HAIR* *DONALD DUCK* *MISS TRUMPBULL* *ORANGE* *POTUS*
*rip spot you wouldve hated trump + probably shot him* *i feel like we're hitting making out territory now*
*oh shit i forget they’re kissing* *and real* *modern-day spot would be the mario to ceo luigi*
*oh he so would be* *irish mario*
*wait im irish* *i have access to guns* *SHOULD I*
*no because theyll publicly murder you* *also i need this rp please*
*fair* *okay IC*
*pulls away*
Spot, I just want youse to be safe.
It's fine, Racer, really- It ain't gonna be safe for me nowhere anymore soon. I'd like to go out havin' some pride, at least.
Shit, Spotty, youse think stealin’ kids off the streets is prideful? It’d be safe, I-I know places, people, they can help youse!
Aw, no, I wasn't talking 'bout that. Had different plans. Never mind those, though.
You gotta go, we-we can’t be seen! Youse hangin’ out my window at 3 in the ever-lovin’ mornin’, and dear lord, what if someone saw us? Goodness knows how we’s still alive, how no folks saw us snoggin’.
Race what the hell you doin’ up?
