“So how’d you meet?”
“Oh I just shoved a letter in a tree hole and she wanders forests sometimes picking up papers she finds. Typical way really.”
Tale as old as time.
I’m root-ing for all of them to find love.
That’s pretty sappy.
i got wood
In your crotch.
You’re bark-ing up the wrong tree.
Leaf me alone.
Ok, I will log off.
Don’t just log off of the domain; log off of the entire forest.
Dating apps want you to fail to find someone to keep you using the app. Tree’s got your back, though.
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1,000 letters per year and only 100 marriages. Still better odds than dating sites?
“Oh wise mystical tree, help me find love.”
“Absolutely not. I’ve caught wind of the porn categories you’re into.”
Oh I’ve been using the knotholes all wrong.
Whoa, that’s one girthy dungus, friend. 👀
Nah, little knotholes.
Hundreds of people met and got married, but others realized they were barking up the wrong tree.
