Incompetently Flirt with the Lister Above You

Baby, you make me like a maple tree in November.

Sappy with no chance to leaf you alone.
Because no leaves because they all fell off.

Like your clothes are about to cuz my flirting is so deciduous.

What? Of course I know what deciduous means. It means you’re deciding on us!
 
Aye Lass, those are some bonny shanks, do they go all the way up? 'Cause mine dinnae!
*The Scotsman who stepped unbidden from the moonlit fog lifts his kilt. Where his pelvis should be is only darkness. A void of unfathomable depths. Your mind screams at you to look away but some unseen force will not allow it. Your gaze is pulled towards the eldrich depths as the screams of a billion tormented souls writhe in your mind like a mass of festering maggots gorging themselves on your sanity, your very soul.*
So, fancy a shag then?
 
((derisive snort))
Dodger’s Fan? Well as I’ve said. Nobody’s Perfect

((Adjusts Red Sox hat))
They were smart enough to get out of New York, and remember third oldest stadium in the majors (but it ain't as wicked cool as Fenway).
 
Many people have cheesy chat-up lines and terrible opening conversational gambits when they want to flirt. Here is a place to get that all out of your system.

Flirt with the Lister above you in such an incompetent, ham-fisted, way that you'd never be given the time of day.
Hi, I’m a snake oil salesman
Do you taste as good as you look?
Nope, but I’m a snake oil salesman who’s run out of snake oil. I have a little caster oil. You can taste that if you like.
 
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