Trotmann, one day you will be caught in your web of lies! When that happens I hope you've shaved your beard.If that is a beard. I can't really tell. If I'm right and it is a bear it's a really stupid beard.
It's supposed to be a really gross-ass neck beard. Poor Trotmann doesn't understand that they're disgusting.
Damn dude, you're hitting all the loser tropes for this guy. Neckbeard, no girlfriend, alone, socially inept, pudgy. And Grace got off on this guy mopping? I guess that means there's some hope for me, at least.
Yeah. In all honesty, (I may have said this before) Poor Trotmann is a reflection of my own deep-seated insecurities. In a sense he's very nearly a parody of myself. Ah, Anonymous, don't be so hard on yourself. The gamut of human desire runs far and wide, my friend. You are absolutely perfect for someone out there, the trick, I think, is putting forth the effort to find them.
Oh, that's why. Still, she could give a bald brotha a break.
I deliberately left it vague until now because the night of the drunken ordeal was supposed to be shrouded in DEEP MYSTERY! And yeah, she's really pissed, probably more at herself for thinking John was a nice guy. She really likes Sam, she'll probably make up with John for his sake. Thanks for reading it all, though!