Slippy

“Yeah, because James McCloud never drank. Y’know somethin’, Slippy? I envy ya -- I wish I could BE just like ya. Flyin’ among the stars with your crew, forcin’ ‘em to babysit ya just so you can maintain the delusional fuckin’ fantasy land that ya live in.”

“Y’know what? I change my answer. The person I look up to is you. What I wouldn’t give to have everything just handed to me, to get a free pass of bein’ a fuckin’ know-it-all little nuisance that likes to run his mouth but can’t for the life of himself actually fight. I’d love to make all my friends bail me out of my problems, of the dangers I get myself caught up in. I’d love to have the explicit permission that you somehow have to just spend all day playin’ with my fuckin’ toys.”

Somehow my paypal was HACKED, as a result I am now over $150 over-drawn. I’ve made a new paypal with a secure password and of course 2FA… But due to this it’s gonna be really hard to  make ends meet for a bit…

If you can’t donate to my paypal… maybe reblog this? Spread the word?

HERE’’S THE THING.

Paypal said my sister sent me $50 when SHE DIDN’T. So they “refunded” the money — But thing is… They took it from me. I already STRUGGLE HARD to buy any kind of food, I have no income and have to rely on the kindness of others to buy food…

…If you could pass this around and reblog it even if you can’t donate and help me out I’d greatly appreciate it. Because I am now negative $50 in my paypal account and negative $15 on my prepaid mastercard.

>> PAYPAL <<

Proof of this bullshit under the cut.

“This one is Wolfina, and the other is Amanda.”

Amanda’s arguebly had a lot more stuff on it than Wolfina. It had just about every section filled out in paragraphs. It even had a profile picture of a pink frog with a yellow ribbon. Her messages were asking Slippy how he was and trying to get to know him, expressing sho cared.

Wolfina’s… hers was barely filled out. No profile picture. Her messages consisted of cheesy and sappy love lines from movies and romance novels while getting to know him a bit.

“See? Amanda is pretty nice… but… Wolfina is special.”

Well… maybe one seemed real. He wasn’t holding his breath on the pink frog though–it was hard for him to admit he was a bit worried over Slippy’s new obsession. It would be too damn easy to dupe him.

And his suspicions grew when he saw this Wolfina’s profile. No profile picture. Not even her profile looked complete. Plus, the name was too damn cheesy. Like who would name their daughter that?!

“Huh. One sec, let me long onto my account.” After a few clicks, Slippy got a quick notification.

Slippy quickly checked something after friending sp_ACE_cowboy. He then looked really sad and was trying not to cry.

Falco, dressed in baggy sweat pants and a sweater due to the air conditioning going at full speed, came into Slippy’s room to look at the suspicious accounts. Like hell they were real.

Amanda’s arguebly had a lot more stuff on it than Wolfina. It had just about every section filled out in paragraphs. It even had a profile picture of a pink frog with a yellow ribbon. Her messages were asking Slippy how he was and trying to get to know him, expressing sho cared.

Wolfina’s... hers was barely filled out. No profile picture. Her messages consisted of cheesy and sappy love lines from movies and romance novels while getting to know him a bit.