HOW DO I PuT MYSELF ON THE DO NOT CALL LIST. I DO NOT ENJOY THE PIT. THEY CLEARLY. HAVE THE WRONG FuCKING NuMBER. I AM NOT INTERESTED. DELETE. DELETE. DELETE. STOP.
Oh god she's going to try and fucking eat you isn't she.
WHY DID SHE LIKE THAT. I DO NOT LIKE THAT SHE LIKED THAT. DELETE THAT POST RIGHT NOW. YOu ARE GIVING THIS DEMENTED FuCKING LuNATIC IDEAS. I AM NOT TASTY. I AM STuFFED. FuLL TO THE BRIM. WITH SCOTTIE DOGS. BLACK LICORICE. COuRTESY OF @onescratchOfmany.
There's no fucking delete button but I have a feeling that I was, in fact, right.
NO. I DO NOT FEEL LISTLESS. I FEEL LISTED. LIKE AN ITEM. A MARKET SuRVEY SAMPLE. THAT I AM VIOLENTLY. MuRDEROuSLY. DISINTERESTED IN. TAKE ME OFF THE STuPID FuCKING CALL LIST. CLEARLY. I AM IN NO POSITION. TO MAKE HIGH STAKES HIGH STRESS PuRCHASING DECISIONS. I DO NOT WANT WHATEVER YOu ARE SELLING. YOu FuCKING LuNATIC.
you can yet be liberated of this undesired state. there is but one way out.
I AM NOT PICKING uP. WHAT YOu ARE PuTTING DOWN. I AM PuNTING IT. AND HITTING THE GODDAMN GROuND RuNNING. I HAVE SO MuCH LEFT TO DO. SO MANY LIVES TO END. LONG BEFORE MY OWN. YOu HAVE GOT TO BE FuCKING KIDDING ME. I AM NOT READY. I AM WHOLLY uNREADY. I HAVE uNFINISHED BuSINESS. SO MuCH uNFINISHED BuSINESS. I HAVE TO PAY MY GOONS. MY DIMWITTED HENCHMEN ROPED INTO THIS FECKLESS ASS FETCH QuEST. I REFuSE TO EXPIRE.




