I would rather talk to a 37 year old human with a hello kitty pfp on some obscure otacore furry/anime forum that absolutely nobody has heard of than give your dogshit AI skinwalkers ten seconds of my attention dawg.

You took my routine. My health. My taste in music, the books I read, the places I go, the movies I watch. My every aspiration and passing thought was a transactional end point for slop firms.

I will die old and lonely before I let you turn my friendships into a fucking commodity LMAO.

Thank you so much! I’ll try and look for some azalea today :)

Sorry! I forgot to mention. I’m in zone 3b

Where I live, the local university has a free seed trading library! All you need to do is harvest the seeds from whatever you borrowed in the spring, package and label them and return them. Maybe there’s something like that locally for you?

It is absolutely not satire. It’s a drooling nethandreal with no higher order thought than “sex sex mine mine!”

Nasty ass loser. trifling ass hentai addict type thought process. I’ve known life-long basement dewllers, they could NEVER be caught acting like this. They’re mostly just awkward and sweet with mild social impairment. Then again none of them are billionaires LMAO. It must be the entitlement of people like this.

You know that image of the greasy neckbeard guy with the ugly hat who lives in his mother’s basement? The one that floats around in everyone’s head at the idea of a 30+ year old man living alone with his mother. That guy will be getting mad pussy. That guy will find genuine companionship with a human. All because they don’t see others as receptacles for procreation.

All of the images, and memes, and greentext horror stories; all of the stereotypical caricatures of creeps. None of that could have prepared me for this. None of them fit the boot. I have never had the hairs on my neck stand up like I just did reading about that.

This guy is the King Kong of creeps. The final boss.