Cockgobbling Control Panel, why must you hurt me so? What. CAN…I do?
I want so much to momentarily step out of the Forum, and from hijack to hemorrhoids, get to know my new friends. I want to interleave my life with yours, oh email@example.com, but is it really you, yosemitebabe, or just fartkn*cker in disguise?
Oh, harsh reality – such an inconceivably lame rant will surely yield SPAM of Biblical proportions – “Is your P3nis letting you down?” “B1gger nüts in three days!”
So I click “Yes,” hide my email address.
Then a day later, whilst scanning for an opportunity to shoehorn my place into the madding crowd, I came across a minor hijack: “Then there’s (IMO) something not commonly seen outside of troublemakers: the hidden email address”.
So it’s reluctantly back to you, oh mung-gargling Control Panel. But – as I scroll down to hit “Submit,” it dawns on me. What if no one answers? What if I spend hours researching and crafting a witty and pointed response to “Fuckwit DJ, you ruined my wedding!”… and no one emails to thank me for my insight or to get to the bottom of the tangled prankster B? I’m reaching out to you, Beryl_Mooncalf [sup] RIP[/sup]!
Is there balm in Gilead?
I’m adrift in a nebula, doomed to float, suspended between the wormhole Troll Prime and the Shunned Expanse.
Why, Control Panel? WHYYYYYYY?!!