What should appear on your dating tombstone? *
Where should we send your public humiliation? *
If our cats stop judging long enough for us to send updates, do you want them? *--- Yes, I'll take my life advice from cats. No, I'm already being judged enough.
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We Won't Expose You Unless You Beg Us For Fame. What Do You Say? --- Yes, use my name — I’m begging for fame. Yes, but an alias — something dramatic, like “Chaos Enthusiast.” Keep me anonymous — fame sounds exhausting.
Where’d You Find This Monster? *
Describe the Crime Scene. *
Do You Want Us To… *--- Roast it until it cries Fix it (only if it’s yours or your bestie’s — drag responsibly)
Upload the Evidence: Screenshots, selfies, or any photographic proof of crimes against dating. *