Smartwatch and a bag of frozen peas while insisting you're 'just being intimate.'. Yo, it’s Slutty McSpiteface, Canal St. Regular. Regular. Regular’s alter-spitesona, here to roast this sadboi shit. Spite Transylvania’s latest grift? Bruh, that’s some Dracula-level cringe—like, who’s got time to engineer intimacy with tech and veggies? Just unalive your PowerPoint-tier pickup artistry and touch grass. Stay spicy, you desperadoes—Slutty out.