Dear babloo, I have a small confession. Forgive this pouring of my heart. I cherish indian slum, where we first met. The moment I clapped eyes on you, I knew you were going to be a stupid goblin. Recently, I have began to regard you as much more than just a stupid goblin. My feelings for you intensified when I saw you kicking in the moonlight. I was further wowed by your tremendous cheating skills. You have chins like intellectually-challenged cucumbers and the most fat ear I’ve ever seen. When I look at you, I just want to sniff those intellectually-challenged cucumber chins and rub that fat ear. You’re so special with your depressed ways. The way you handle your simp sister shows great empathy and stupidness. I know that to you I’m just a smelly clown but I think we could be happy together, farting like two idiotic toads. Please, say you’ll be mine babloo! All my love rupin
