Just messing around to relieve stress. Thinking too much is a terminal disease. Peace out, my lovable freaks. This ugly-cute armadillo will write without regard to reality. Can't cure my fantasy-bias.
I don't take myself seriously and neither should you. Come for that LGBT representation, and stay for the sarcasm.
Serving you that fresh, fresh nonsense.
...Feed me compliments to fuel the story's progress?
- The end of the rainbow - too bad that pot of gold only gets me leprechauns
- JoinedApril 24, 2020
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