Tue
Feb
7
Apparently 10 sentences of compliments is too long. Fuck y’all.
I sent Kurtis boobs. And Dinosaurs gifs!
We don’t handle compliments well.
Think of this like the fable, The Scorpion and the Frog. You trusted us. You carried us across the river, only to be stung despite your good nature. And why, you ask?
Because Gavin and I didn’t get any boob pics.
Such as the fable goes.
Fine doofus- here are the boobs for all three of you, same as in the email:
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Tony say you can have pics of the real ones, but I’m too shy to take pictures without a prompt. So there. You big meanies. Now I’m off to sing Gizzards, Scrapple, and Tripe all by my lonesome.
