Guess it’s time to ramble on to Houston. As a spy, I’m not sure I’ll be able to say much about what I’m doing. Thanks Wild Wings for teaching me so much about things like spicy carbonated milk and the sex number.

My name is Jasper and I’m here to say/ ███ █████ ████ █████████ ██ █ █████ ███/ I’ll make new friends here at ████████/ Plus they gave me a new trench-jacket

Oh, um… bye Sosa Hayes, on siesta🕵️! Glad we got to play at least one game together!

houstonspies.cyou/debriefs/a-rap… No context will be provided.

I don’t really know what is happening anymore/ The tables got turned so I don’t want to score?/ My favorite Muppet is probably Rowlf/ I think Blaseball just turned into glolf

I’m already learning so much with the Spies. Did you know if you say a certain phrase you can convince an umpire to send you to first base? I’m not allowed to say what the phrase is, though.

I just got a new pair of shoes/ They’re rubberized and they’re also unblue/ “Unblue’s not a color,” is that what you just said?/ Shh.. it’s a secret, but unblue is red!

Spies were fun, but I’m feeling Jazzy!

I’ve got it on good authority that you don’t need hands to be on the Hands, which is great!

[[OOC: During the latest siesta, I decided to take a longer break from Blaseball. Go follow the other Jasper @JasB_Core if you weren’t already!]]

Oh, worm?

It is very dark.

I’ve decide to use my time in the shadows to get back to one of my original loves: Reading! I’ll post some book recs, once I manage to make a working book light here.

I know it’s not personal, but having so many teams close their doors to roamers is really going to hurt my studies long term. Once I dugouts out how to get out of the shadows, that is.

The Breath Mints

Well that was weird.

Zzzzzzzzzzz…….

Do rocks sleep? This one does.

My name is Jasper and my rhymes are fly I’m in a siesta, the shadows, and a black hole, oh my!