I thought they were boobs.
Sock puppets are boobs. Sweater puppets are boobies.
(And now cue up the image link to blue-footed boobies, which are not in fact sweater puppets.)
I got the friend request too, and like y'all assumed that the post to the pseudicide made Gus all reminiscy about good times. Which really? Almost as pathetic as it is creepy.
In completely different news - breathing rocks!
Did not get the friend request.
Making cheese bacon egg cups.
look, people are being different. having different opinions. amazing.
Catching up, I just had six or seven near spittakes. You are all awesome and I love you. (unless you're a sockpuppet. then you can go hug Copernicus)
Oh, who hasn't felt at least one pang of attraction to a sociopath? Stop lying to yourself.
:looks at dating history:
:coughs:
Though, seriously, the closest to that that I dated I never got serious about. It was playing with fire, which was fun, but on the other hand, not something I wanted to play with until I got burned. So mostly, we talked about computers and made out.
In completely different news - breathing rocks!
It's one of my favorite things to do! Yay for steroids!
Oh, who hasn't felt at least one pang of attraction to a sociopath? Stop lying to yourself.
Dude, they are TOTALLY charming. For reals.
t edit
(Okay, not Gus, not to me at least, but *other* sociopaths are.)
Did not get the friend request.
Making cheese bacon egg cups.
-t wins! Because of the bacon. No one else's post had bacon.
High-functioning sociopaths have that "fake sincerity" down so well that it's almost a superpower.