At 3/24/15 09:10 AM, TurkeyOnAStick wrote:
At 3/24/15 09:00 AM, Lintire wrote:
True desperation rears its head. Rivulets of mucus and salty tears run down its neck.What's this about?
Ah, Toasty. My man. My hombre. My sombrero.
Much like a prostitute who expects payment in advance, Tinychat refuses its services to me. Fickle and demanding, my visits to this den of depravity must be limited to mere 5 minute interval, lest it consistently shadowkicks me for no discernible reason (it's probably my ISP).
But fear not, defenseless boys and girls who yearn for my company, I have taken steps to rectify this travesty. God willing, soon I too will be sitting in that white room. Saying nothing. Staring.
You're welcome for this minute-to-minute update of my tantalizing progress.