Okay so like this isn't my blog and shit. No really it isn't. I just kinda wandered in here like a total fucking drunken drunkard who drunk his way about drinking to get her drink on with some drunks but there were no other drunks just the drunken drunk who drank at the beginngin which is the drunk who is me.

So apparently these other drinky drunks got drunk and saw a faceless thing guy who like did things or something apparently I dunno what I'm too drunk to particularly care or read over it very thourgohly I just kinda figure, hey, what the hell, I'll just see if I can get into this blog and then I can post something because fuuuuck I do like to type and ramble when I'm drunk and look at that I scored their email through greeping and their password was carelessly written so BOOM here the fuck I am.

Now who the fuck am I, you may be asking? I am the terror that stalks and/or quacks in the night. Take your pick if I'm fucking Darkwing Duck or The Batman. Don't forget the fucking The. We goin old school with this shit tonight. Like, 1940's badass old sckoll.

Basically I'm just like... I dunno what I am. You may call me... well shit we just got over that. Either way, I'm help. See, these people who were here? They haven't been here. Why? I'm gonna guess it's motherfuckin Slender shit.

You know why I'm here?

If you guessed motherfucking Slender Shit then you guessed motherfucking right (motherfucker).

Long story short: Slender Man be fuckin real yo. Real as the whiskey that's pumpin through my veins and real as any non-binary gender. Which is pretty damn real. I can attest to both. And slendy be rippin peeps up and droppin em like they're hot.

And... Shit where was I going with this?