I've always been distantly aware that thinking with my dick is a surefire way to get me into some deep shit some day, but I'm pretty sure it might actually kill me today. I guess this is a #vaguepost. #nsfw. If none of you hear from me later, know that I died choking on some dude's dick. Which isn't a bad way to go, really.
A place, here? In your timeline? No. I would need to be spirited away back to my own timeline.
Okay. And you're sure? 'Cause I don't want to misinterpret whatever the fuck you actually want, and then feel hella guilty for giving you the boot.
I do not wish to leave, but if you're already annoyed by me being here, I'll do so.
No, dude. I'm not annoyed. Yeah, I've got a stick lodged firmly up my ass, but it's not that far up there. I'm just trying to help. I was under the assumption you had people back in your timeline that you'd want to get back to.