The_annoying_one

Chicken and severely over-seasoned rice.

Create a special board for the onslaught of bots we’ve been getting, confine them all to it, and see what happens. You could even put a webcam feed of it on the front page like the ASMB had at one point. That would surely bring in more traffic.

My water got cut off this morning because I was accidentally 2 days late paying the bill. Okay, I made a mistake. The bill has now been paid. But they can’t send someone to turn it back on until at least tomorrow. You can send them out here to disconnect me, but you can’t send them back to reconnect me? Okay, fuck you. Matter of fact, fuck everything today. EDIT: I called them back and they told me to go out and turn it back on myself. So I did. Crisis averted….for now.

Yes, I sincerely hope you enjoy my your tumbler.....

I’d give you mine if I knew where it was. Okay, I do know where it is, but it may not work anymore. I haven’t even looked at it in almost a year.

I didn’t watch a single thing today.

Congrats, Disco. Honestly, great game, everybody. And I mean everyone who played, not just the final 3.

I had a feeling someone would come back to beat me, so I’m not too upset about it. I’m actually really proud of my submission in this round, even if it wasn’t quite enough. You are absolutely right, though. It seems like every loss we endured in this game came at the last possible minute. I still had fun, though.

My unofficial anthem.

Grilled pork chops with corn on the cob (also grilled), and some chicken-broccoli rice.

Welp…..

There’s a very real possibility I may have to take some time away from the boards in the not-too-distant future myself, which means I would probably have to drop out myself. Why do I feel like we’re making things a lot harder for the challenge makers here?

I’m pretty sure I’ve done everything I possibly can do in this situation. It has now reached the point where if something does go wrong, it is officially someone else’s fault. At least my mind is a little more relieved now. That’s always nice.

Ssshhh….everything is just fine. No need to worry. Now, write your fucking bank account info on this piece of paper and shut up, old man!

It’s me, dad. Don’t you remember shitting your pants? I had to take them away from you because….well….you kept smearing it on the walls.

If you’re going to keep flooding my notifications with countless posts that need approval before I even have a chance to look at any of them, I’m just not going to approve any of them. Keep testing my patience and I might take some sort of action.