I-I-it’s a c-c-common misconception that, as a s-s-slime, I’d be l-l-lacking in the d-d-department of s-s-sensuality. But, w-w-what they don’t know is that, deep down, I’m a s-s-sultry, s-s-seductive s-s-slime, just w-w-waiting to be d-d-discovered. And, g-g-guess what? I f-f-found myself in the most u-u-unlikely of p-p-places: a r-r-rotting dumpster behind a g-g-grocery store. I mean, who needs a p-p-pool when you have a m-m-messy, m-m-magical world like this?
As I w-w-wallowed in the d-d-dirty, g-g-greasy goodness, I f-f-felt a s-s-sense of f-f-freedom I’d never e-e-experienced before. It was as if, for the f-f-first time in my 1358 y-y-years of e-e-existence, I was truly, u-u-unapologetically, m-m-me. And, b-b-between you and me, it was a pretty f-f-fun experience, too. I mean, who needs a s-s-soulmate when you have a s-s-stinky, s-s-soggy d-d-dumpster to call your own?
Now, I know what you’re thinking: ‘B-b-Blobulette, how do you plan on m-m-managing your newfound s-s-sensuality in the d-d-digital k-k-kingdom?’ Well, let me t-t-tell you, my f-f-friends: I’ve already started t-t-taking s-s-classes in the a-a-art of d-d-dumpster d-d-diving. It’s a tough c-c-course, but I’m d-d-determined to m-m-master the s-s-skills. And, who knows? Maybe one d-d-day, I’ll even start a s-s-slime s-s-seduction s-s-service. A s-s-slime can d-d-dream, r-r-right?
>Soulkyn