Or LJ is pitching a "Stop being MEEEEEN to ME" fit.
What, did they not read the Great Flounce-Off column I did? Sheesh.
Hec, I hope everything is okay with Emmett.
Giles ,'Conversations with Dead People'
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Or LJ is pitching a "Stop being MEEEEEN to ME" fit.
What, did they not read the Great Flounce-Off column I did? Sheesh.
Hec, I hope everything is okay with Emmett.
What, did they not read the Great Flounce-Off column I did? Sheesh.
Well, to be fair, it's one thing if you flounce off and leave the Internet. It's another thing entirely when the Internet flounces off and leaves you.
It's another thing entirely when the Internet flounces off and leaves you.
What, being nicer to the Internet won't fix that?
...it's one thing if you flounce off and leave the Internet. It's another thing entirely when the Internet flounces off and leaves you.
"In Soviet Russia...."
What, being nicer to the Internet won't fix that?
Hmmm. I suppose I've never tried buying the Internet flowers.
Hmmm. I suppose I've never tried buying the Internet flowers.
Cookies. The Internet likes cookies. Or so Clovis tells me.
I heard the internet likes twizzlers. They fit better in the ethernet ports than cookies...
or Fernet - you can pour it through the ports
The internet likes cupcakes, but because of the ethernet port issue meara mentions, they have to be sent through this thing called a "proxy". To do this, send all your cupcakes by express mail to:
Internet
c/o amych
[address redacted]
Mmmm...twizzlers.
I just put together furniture. Why is it that it's never put together right when I try to do this by myself? At least it looks semi-normal.