@highoctanegem replied to your post “Hiiii! We don't know each other yet, which I think...”:
Bushutations, I'm gonna have to use that one with other bush enthusiasts. But for that I need to meet more people, we should create a bush club! I'm already in the yappers unite club, and I think those interests could defo intersect. Maybe we could even have like a hand sign to greet each other. I propose like, a come hitter move.
It's just sooo problematic in this day and age, to police bush like that. Oh wow, you ask for dinner first? And here I am, just giving my bush for free. Should I get standards? Either way, I so appreciate you making an exception for me <3 Vic is... a bush enthusiast in a way. She's from the HOA. She makes sure to inspect all bushes.
!!!!! Now that's what I'm talking about. Look at that beauty, untamed, wild. As she should. I can see why you thought you could sneak up on Connie. Did someone frolic in your bush already? It looks a little ruffled, good for you! The pink bow is so coquettish.
There's a yappers club? Can I join? Is there some kinda test? I have really high YPM (yaps per minute). A come hither motion does seem like it might attract some people who aren't interested in our bushes, but I do like making friends. What if we did it really slow? Maybe with two fingers? No one would ever mistake that for anything sexual.
What are standards but another way to police your bush interests? Ah. A bush inspector. I don't know if I want Vic sniffing around my bush.
Con Okay, there's no way she lets you call her Connie Are you two friends? How long has she been here? And she never thought to say hi or How do you know I wasn't trying to sneak up on her, I was stalking her! Okay, admittedly that sounds worse but you know when you hear a song and you go "fuck, where have I heard that before" and it bugs you all day and drives you up the wall? I was having that. But with her face.
I maybe flattened my bush. It'll fluff up soon though, right? Hey, where is your bush? You need to send me pics of your bush.
