[click image]The thrill of the master comments thread yonder every morning is almost more than I can bear. Trying to ignore my coffee water so it will heat faster, I face the dulcet prose of every Tom, Dick and Harry who wishes to troll Blogistan, and I learn the arts of the legions of spammers who are indeed determined to advance their wares if it means crashing every server on Earth. I am the mistress of spam enthwartment. Yes I am. Believe me, I go out on field trips into the analog world regularly to brag to everyone about my exalted position, my ability to fix yer jackass typos so you don't look like a dolt or to leave them there for spite or to make you paranoid about the immortality of yer opinions. Yes, I am that secret government you can never get yer minds around. Eat yer hearts out, plebes.






































































You're on a big "evil trip"!
ReplyDeleteYa big wuss! xoxoxox
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