//Looks at the flavor of asks you've been getting recently//
Captain, I usually try to keep to myself. I'm here for the shenanigans and tomfoolery. And like you keep saying, what happens in Lougetown, stays in Lougetown. BUT FOR GOODNESS SAKE, WHAT THE HAPP IS FUCKENING AROUND HERE?! Did someone put your den den number on a bathroom stall back in Lougetown or something? Is that where these blush-inducing asks are coming from?!
//ahem// Sorry. I'm genuinely flabbergasted by the insane pipe bombs you get masquerading as asks. Like, who admits to propositioning... actually, nope. Nope, I'm gonna stop myself right there.
I will leave what you discuss of the matter, if anything, to your discretion. I respect you too much to pry. But if you need a mouse to mind your inbox for a bit and weed out the unsavories, please feel free to drop me a line. I have a broom and I know how to use it!
Hypothetically speaking…if anyone were to leave my number in a bathroom stall in Lougetown..it would have been myself. This is because I am the stupidest person alive when I’m drunk, no contest, it’s not even close. It’s a miracle I haven’t gotten married to a stranger or something at this point, I’m that dumb of a drunk.
as for the inbox situation…I don’t really mind the occasional unsavory ask or flirt here and there, I mean, it’s all for fun, right? I dunno..I spent like..most of my teens feeling pretty much like an ugly loser, so, sometimes it’s nice to..not feel like that?
I’m not asking anyone to confess their undying love to me, of course, I’m…my hands are already full with one person feeling that way, I don’t need any more of that!! <- if you are reading this and think this is about you, trust me, it is NOT…
I will say, I walked right into that ‘wet and dirty’ joke earlier…I can’t even fault them, that was pretty good..
Ahem. Anyway..maybe what happened in Lougetown won’t stay there, but you guys are going to need to buy that info from me or something!