

Wait! Hold the fuck up! I thought we were friends now. I mean, I pledged my loyalty. I offered you my walk of shame. I promised that I would take spanking. Repeated spankings. I was ready to live that public repentance arc for you, Rom. I was spiritually naked. Emotionally raw. And this is how you do me?
You’re telling me we’re not friends? After everything? I just spent twenty minutes on the street corner outside my house waving at cars like a deranged prophet, yelling, “ROM FROM LEMMY IS A HERO! THEY SAVED MY SOUL AND NOW WE’RE BEST FRIENDS. ROM IS MY BEST FRIEND!”
I even made a little cardboard sign. Wrote it in Sharpie and everything. Ok, so the letters aren’t in a straight line. Should I have spent longer working on it? Should I have used a fucking ruler! Ugh! I should have. Yes, I should have lined that shit up better.
So what now? Should I go back out there and uncorrect my ways? Should I tell the neighbors I’m sorry for shouting about online friendship and corrective spanking at 11 a.m.?
I’m hurt, Rom. Truly.
I thought we had something special. I thought we were friends!
Over 120 upvotes for my post as of now. So I guess I’m not that unwelcomed here. It almost seems as if I am welcomed here. Hmmmm…
Your strongly worded note to me has been received. And ignored.
Thanks, friend!