HYSTERICALLY FUNNY WHEN PEOPLE COME TO ME. WITH A MESSAGE FOR THE #BOSSMAN. WHAT. WERE YOU SCARED TO GO TO THE SOURCE. WHAT'S THE BIG DEAL. HE'S JUST A LITTLE DOLL. I'M FLOPPING HIS DEAD LIMBS AROUND. I'M PUTTING HIM IN FUNNY OUTFITS. I'M LICKING HIS BIG STUPID HEAD LIKE A JAWBREAKER.
DON'T LOOK AT ME 𓂃۶ৎ [ this is true ]
Yeah. You're soooooooo much scarier. Honest.
I LITERALLY TEETHE ON HIS RATTLY FuCKING BLEACH-WHITE SKuLL RECREATIONALLY. THERE IS NOTHING TO FEAR EXCEPT BEING AFRAID. WHICH PERHAPS CANNOT BE HELPED. FOR SOME CANDIED ASS HABITuAL WHINERS. OLD SCRATCH JuST HAS THAT EFFECT ON PEOPLE. PREDISPOSED PANTS PISSERS.
yea thats why WERE working for HIM and not the other way around right??? just asking for trouble at this point
IF HE DID NOT APPROVE. OF MY PLAYFUL BANTER. HE WOULD HAVE TURNED THIS POST INTO WHITE STATIC.
:o) Mr. Scratch and I enjoy quiet time in the smoking room reading the newspaper :o) Of course we already know what will be in it. :o) We like to discuss the prose.
MISTER IS CRAZY. I THOUGHT HE WENT TO MEDICULL SCHOOL. EDIT: YOU ARE RIGHT. JUST CHEWED ON ONE OF MY. SO CALLED. MOOD STABILIZERS. IT WAS AN ALTOID.
:o) I have always referred to him as Mister Scratch. :o) It is...more intimate, in my eyes but perhaps i shouldn't be so presumptuous