Also, I am literally twelve feet up the hall. If you have anything else to say to me, feel free to say it to my face. As you may or may not have noticed, it’s not as “fugly” as it used to be.
Too Busy For This
Busy,
???
For the record, and in case you were considering launching an unfounded complaint against me, I have never, now or in the past, referred to you or your face as “fugly.”
My hands are on my laptop and my matcha latte, respectively.
Perplexed
Perplexed / Failing At Being Helpful,
I thought we were off the record here. Now you’re just being dishonest.
How can you help someone if you’re lying through your perfect teeth?
P.S. Souls can be fugly too.
Mildly Offended After All
Offended,
Here are pictures of my hands doing the aforementioned activities. And my fully zipped pants.
What did I lie about?
Off the record, your face is extremely non-fugly. As is the rest of you. I imagine your soul is a glorious force to be reckoned with, much like your former scar.
P.S. What happened to your face in high school?
Curious
Curiosity Killed The Executive,
Did you seriously just send me a dick pic?
I thought we were being informal, but shit.
It was a soccer injury.
I fail to see how any of this is your business. Is this your attempt to flirt with me?
Former Soccer Diva
Soccer Diva,
And the scar just vanished?
It’s not my business. And I am not flirting with you. If I was flirting with you, you’d know.
A zipped fly is not a dick pic.
There is a saying, know thy enemy.
Dubious
