I must say, if I were to award persistence only, this fellow would win; rivaled only by the guy back around Christmas that couldn’t figure out if I was human or cat, due to all the cute fuzzy pussy pics.
Last night as I am trying to stay busy at work (that usually involves writing... I am nearly finished with part two of my Gothic erotica), I received a response to my Lovecraft inspired message to PussyBoobs.
The first message was so gentle and kind. Maybe he was feeling my message of a great and loving Cthulhu. I understand how awe inspiring that can be...
Message 1:
Good morning sweetie... can we talk in whatsapp?
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Now... maybe he was trying to be gentle because he saw that I had been divinely driven... I don’t know. So I responded:
That would displease Cthulhu greatly. Also, I don’t have that.
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The rest of the night went along just fine and then I checked my messages before heading to a meeting and nearly choked on the air I was breathing. How can the queen resist such poetry as this?
Message 2:
O my bitch then how I fuck u
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I did not realize WhatsApp had a fuck function. Who knew?
