What are the logistics of swapping spit with a dude your brain conjured up? I mean all things considered would it be arrogant or maybe a little pathetic to tongue wrestle my own thoughts? This is a genuine inquiry considering im being held at proverbial gunpoint to give the man-ghost-fellow a smooch in exchange for some peace and quiet.
hey man no judgement here people kiss their weird fluttershy tulpa's all the time, youre at least doing better than that by yours just being a regular guy
It's the thought that counts, bromeo.
Id rather not think of that douchebag as an extension of myself but if were being technical id say so...
Yeah you tell him. Wait. No, fuck you. I'm my own person, he's just the fucker I'm stuck with.
I've been standing here with my lips all puckered like I'm ready to duck lip a selfie, you're the one dragging your feet.