Whiskey Tango Foxtrot?
Dear Random Creepy Guy,
What on earth compels you to send me messages such as you have? It’s not as if it were spam with some stupid little slogan or some stupid “click here for a good time” link. No, this is directed at me, commenting specifically on pictures of me with my boyfriend.
Are you out of your fucking mind? Do you honestly believe that somehow I will be so enticed by your witty repartee that I will breathlessly click reply and beg you to meet me in a back alley somewhere? Or are you just so completely deluded that you have absolutely no concept of what a fuckwit you really are?
Go crawl back under whatever rock you came from.
Sincerely,
Sabre