R.I.P. My one and only muse.
I think I just pissed off Igner from Futurama
Oh my goodness, both of my blogs were just sent some of the most poorly typed anonymous “hate” I’ve ever seen. I don’t even know if it counts as hate because whoever is sending them all (it’s really obvious it’s just one person from the typestyle) is just sending bizarre affirmations about me like how I cosplayed The Beatles before, said in a completely non-offensive manner. There’s GOT to be some kind of game to this person I’m not seeing, like answering their nonsensical, un-insulting questions is actually a trap that will engage a black hole or allow a trojan to hack my mainframe and download all my bank accounts. Needless to say, I will get around to answering this individual’s baffling questions and non-sequiturs in the morning or something.
I treat my quadrants like I treat a fine toilet.
You’ll only get me to flush if there’s nook involved.
You’ll only get me to flush if there’s nook involved.
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You call this flirtation? Where’s the sense of accomplishment? The thrill of conquest? Flirting with you is like getting a participant ribbon at the Sexual Special Olympics.
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wwhat the fuck is wwrong wwith you these babys are firmly rooted in my skin dome and only a deeply disturbed indivvidual wwould evver inquire about such creepy mutilation
[[For a serious response and photographic tutorial for super-firm, headbang-proof horns (spoiler warning, out-of-cosplay photos ahead), click on through.]]
Gonna redundablog here because technically it’s an OOC post and should go here. But troll cosplay tutorials are a big grey area. BA-DUM TCH
