The cootie game is SO FUN! I still play it. Now killing your soul in some idiotic "search" for ultimate complete Slack... that actually has a kind of ring to it. I once threw my car keys out in the woods and then milled around under a street lamp for hours, looking for them in the same spots over and over again, and cursing myself for throwing them out in the woods. YES! What enjoyment that was I tell you! In fact...

FLAME ON! Wonder twin powers, activate! MUST DIE!!!
By the way, whining disguised as sarcasm is still whining. Would you like me to change your diaper, or can you do it yourself? Or would you like to tell me how the fact that you're older, richer, better "educated", more "successful" than me and therefore better, even though you know in your heart of hearts that this is wrong? And then with the left hand complain about how miserable you are and everyone should respect your valiant struggle because even though you're a dumbass, at least you try hard? QUIT SNIVELLING!

--agsts "just kidding, right?" Crosspatch QPM, all knowing at the age of 20 or so, "Bob"'s prophet on earth. You shall perish of fits and boils, even unto the seventh generation O stinking rooting cowering snivelling unwashed heathen swine, who rutteth upon the babes and crieth out to be beaten with a rod! Thine countenance is like unto the rear quarters of an ox, and thy feet are encrusted with thine own dung. Wonder not when retribution cometh upon thee out of the sky, for thou art base, and it is thy due, O castrato O! 1