I'd lasso you and knock you down and climb on your back.
Then I'd grab a fistful of your hair and chew on whatever exposed skin pops out.
My way of saying hello and nice to meet you.
:D
My dear, my most sincere apologies. Didn't mean to not include you.
I would make a bath for you made of milk and the blood of a freshly butchered cow.
Then I would let you dance in a meadow howling in longing at the moon, while a quartet of violinists plays something utterly mournful, yet filled with beauty.
Like "gig in the sky" by Pink Floyd for example.
You know my post had absolutely nothing to do with slandering you with false allegations of criminal activites where normal people could overhear.
Right?
Like, idk where you got that from my post about green tea ice cream and terrible B movie drive ins. I wouldn't meet you tho, so no worries crazy lady.