Long ago an idea happened upon a great man. A great idea. He began collecting suitable soldiers to carry out his idea. They strived for only humor, folly, great writing and trolling. They were artful, crafty. The webbed the internet so hard that they became vain in their power. They became reckless and unappreciative of the goodness that surrounded them.
These times were a cacophony of spamfics and original ideas. Gifs of glitter and putting people in their places with million dollar words and a sly turn of phrase. The internet's best found it's way into the walls of spam and we rejoiced. We gorged on the beauty.
But then it happened. The darkness came when a great wind hurled itself across the forum and blew apart our past. Our cred. Our original join dates. We have no way of knowing who was friends with which mods. We have no way of knowing how we would drag ourselves through this darkened pit of newbie debauchery and unrecognizable vag pics. They come here in throngs. These people. Are they cool? How can I know? There are no threads dedicated to their mastery linked in their signatures.
They consume the pages and turn the once jovial and lackadaisical friends into twitching haters. I blame them not. I twitch at the youths. I hate the unchecked use of your and you're. I feel your pain. But we shall wait. We shall hide in the recess of Skype and dote on your idiocy without providing any encouragment. We will rise again.
These times were a cacophony of spamfics and original ideas. Gifs of glitter and putting people in their places with million dollar words and a sly turn of phrase. The internet's best found it's way into the walls of spam and we rejoiced. We gorged on the beauty.
But then it happened. The darkness came when a great wind hurled itself across the forum and blew apart our past. Our cred. Our original join dates. We have no way of knowing who was friends with which mods. We have no way of knowing how we would drag ourselves through this darkened pit of newbie debauchery and unrecognizable vag pics. They come here in throngs. These people. Are they cool? How can I know? There are no threads dedicated to their mastery linked in their signatures.
They consume the pages and turn the once jovial and lackadaisical friends into twitching haters. I blame them not. I twitch at the youths. I hate the unchecked use of your and you're. I feel your pain. But we shall wait. We shall hide in the recess of Skype and dote on your idiocy without providing any encouragment. We will rise again.
