you - Your IP swore southwest, but your series of brief, disinterested visits screamed new england charm and reticence. Did you warm to me when you reached my April archives, the chill air between us slowly disappearing like the market share of your weapon of choice? Or is it that Netscape reminds you of simpler times, when we were not so separated into right clicks and left, but were only one button removed? May I interest you in a return visit? I promise not to judge you by your length.
me - Trying to impress by casually switching to Opera when I noticed your OS, but tongue tied and slow, I could not enable my script in time. I lingered in your September, when you didn't seem to be crowded by so much Cialis spam. Is that my cue? Skype me, if your protocol allows.
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this is probably a bad time to admit I've been spoofing my IP address. sometimes I like to pretend my packets are originating from a different router -- believe me, I didn't know you were going to take my http-requests so seriously! Now I feel bad for all my 404 - Page Not Found results.
(Man, that was geeky. I think I'm going to have to beat myself up and steal my lunch money later on today.)
I would guess that the niche group who strongly relates to this is rather special. Mabye even short bus special.
i'm with peefer. i have no fucking idea what just went on here.
this post is what's known as scraping the bottom of the barrel.
well, bucket, really. and probably much more like mopping than scraping.
this is my monthly MOPPING THE BOTTOM OF THE BUCKET post.
Mops, buckets, bullies stealing lunch money... those things I understand. Not that I'm overly fond of them or anything, it's just, I know what they are so I'm pretty sure you and Vahid are still speaking English.
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