Take off my shirt. Good. Now, take off my shoes. Excellent. Now, take off my pants. Thank you. Now, don't be shy; take off my underwear. There, that's much better.
Now, get the fuck out of here! And don't EVER let me catch you wearing my clothes again!
Still reading? Great; it's nice to know that you really care. Know also, then, that I used to be the editor of the online magazine Lime Tea and will likely soon be the editor of the online magazine Modern Despair (watch for it, suckers).
"Add me as a friend" requests, especially from bands/clubs/labels and other media sluts looking to broaden their online empires (not that there's anything wrong with that) until recently were taken as permission to add you to the Lime Tea Mailing List, a fairly painless monthly notice that the new issue was up.
Such requests henceforth will be taken as permission to add you to the Modern Despair Mailing List, which is a lot like the other one except for the name and some online-community shit. It's also only for depressed people, but that's pretty much everybody.
I will at least add you if I do this, though.
Also, whoever runs this test obviously fucked up:
Crunk Test
