It used to be that you needed some basic HTML and FTP skills to have a website. You also had to have something to write about, along with a grasp of grammar and spelling. But not here! This place is the September That Never Ends , only it's always September, every second of every day for the rest of forever.
This drives me batshit, only because I love the Internet. I love the freedom, the communication, the endless supply of free boobies. But I have my limits, and the ugly backgrounds, unaccountable bad behavior and wannabe 1337 coming out of the crusty, smegma-covered keyboards of exurban teens is enough to turn me into the Internet Avenger. I will climb through the phone line and smack you over the head with your unused English textbook until you learn conjugation by osmosis, and then I will do the same with your parents because they have failed you so completely. The Chinese will eat us alive, and it will all your fault.
Now. Has anyone seen my meds?
