Great news, minus-t!
Oh. My. Fucking. God. My partner on the Giapetta project, Fred, is sending me images he wants me to reference for a puzzle. Fine.
Just, you know, bundle them up LIKE A SANE PERSON, and email them to me using Google Drive or Dropbox or something.
You don't FUCKING TEXT AN ENTIRE BOOK TO ME ONE IMAGE AT A TIME! You utter nutball.
This is worthy of some of Teppy's authors shenanigans.
Good luck, -t!!
You don't FUCKING TEXT AN ENTIRE BOOK TO ME ONE IMAGE AT A TIME!
It sounds like he does, though?
Wait, he's *texting* the pictures?!
Good luck, -t!
WTF, Fred, partner of Hec?!?
You don't FUCKING TEXT AN ENTIRE BOOK TO ME ONE IMAGE AT A TIME! You utter nutball.
This is worthy of some of Teppy's authors shenanigans.
Dayum. Those are some serious shenanigans.
Jesus. Can't you tell him to, you know, STOP THAT NOW.
Reserved congratulations, -t!!
Jesus. Can't you tell him to, you know, STOP THAT NOW.
We did! He kept sending it. And I then have to email it to myself which is a huge fucking waste of energy and time.
It's astonishingly stupid and wasteful. You can tell because I'm still astonished.