Answers after the break. Turned out longer than I thought.
1) Alright… Fine. I’ll let Sweetie Belle know she’s ungrounded tomorrow. She’s already sleep, though.
2) No. That is to say, I was never paid.
3) At no point in time did I ever say there was only one kind of love. But if you choose a little girl singing a song about love that they’d sing to a guardian or sibling to show your love for me as an adult, then congratulations, you’ve done the creepy dance down to creepy town and took a creepy withdrawal from the creepy bank to start your creepy business with your bachelors in creepy.
What you chose was a sincere, sentimental performance about a kind of love you should not have for me as I can only assume we haven’t so much as met. That’s one thing. Then you did it anonymously. That’s another thing. Then you choose to argue with a sick mare about it, even though you’re anonymous so I have no idea who you are. That’s a very very big thing. Like obsessed-type big thing.
Honestly? I was okay with the whole sitch, just sort of making light of it. Now you really are being creeper/stalker creepy, trying to justify your love. That’s fine if you appreciate me, but you’ve come off the wrong way and you aren’t helping yourself.
You’re anonymous; you’ve nothing to gain from this avenue. Cut your losses and stop perusing this line of argument.
4) Well, I was going to say we’re humble.
5) I come off as nice and they either stick their hooves in their mouths or are trying to get a rise out of me. I don’t hold anything against them. It’s just supposed to be another fun little tag.