🫠🫠🫠 the big sick: stoop.ass, clown prince of assumptions

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The clown crown today goes to stoop.ass, who somehow decided that my being stuck in bed sick means I have a line of dick round the block. What a fucking idiot! I’m sick of people who think life is porn. He got annoyed when I accused him of time theft, because he was lazing around talking instead of .
  working like he was paid to do.

stoop.ass: Hi there! How are you?

qu33n: Not dead yet 😉 you?

stoop.ass: Well I'm glad to hear that. I'm pretty good how's your day going?

qu33n: Not too bad. Just answering my messages :)

stoop.ass: That's good I'm glad to hear that. What got you on here?

qu33n: Man. Like 15 dudes in the last couple days. Mostly terrible :(

stoop.ass: That's what got you in here is 15 dudes?

qu33n: On this app, yeah just 15. I am on 3 dating apps. Usually I get 3-25 matches a day depending on the day.

stoop.ass: Ok. Cool.

qu33n: I haven't agreed to any dates in like 2 months cuz everything is stupid.

stoop.ass: Yes I agree. I'm just on here because I work graveyard at a hotel so I get bored lol.

qu33n: I'm never bored.

stoop.ass: Awesome.

qu33n: There are times where I'm stuck in bed for several days at a time. Fortunately I am a girl genius. 

stoop.ass: Ok. So you tell me you just invite a bunch of guys over?

qu33n: No! I don't let weird men in my house ever. wtf where did you get that idea I invite a bunch of guys?

stoop.ass: You. Because randomly we started talking about guys and you don't get bored. 

qu33n: Where did I say I "just invite a bunch of guys over"?

stoop.ass: You didn't. It sounds like you do. 

qu33n: I also said I was a genius, so I don't get bored stuck in bed by myself for days on end, and then somehow that became linked in your mind with me inviting "a bunch of guys over..."

qu33n: I've lived in California since 2022 and the only man I ever had in my apartment was in April of 2023 and we'd been dating a year. I don't invite strangers into my house to my bed where I'm stuck. Other ways to not be bored than men. In fact one might argue that men are among the MOST boring things.

stoop.ass: Okay we are boring.

qu33n: Smart ones are okay. The rest... Meh.

stoop.ass: I'm glad you don't get bored.

qu33n: People do bore me, but if I feel myself starting to drift, I go work on a project.

stoop.ass: What project?

qu33n: Like my bio says. All the things my bio says. Do your bosses at the hotel consider your dating app usage during work hours to be time theft?

stoop.ass: I still do my work. I just go on it when everything is empty.

{stoop.ass ended the chat and you will not be able to message him for a period of time.}



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