It's an assignment. An assignment about putters. Can't you see that?
*reports Haggis for incorrect putter usage*
*reports Cass for substandard founce*
*reports Porter...just 'cus*
*reports Rob for misleading reppie*
*reports Rob again for misleading avatar*
*reports Angie for not be around to stop me from reporting everyone*
*reports Nina because her photoshop skills are a threat to civilization*
*reports Kelly for joining AW before it even existed*
*reports HB for moving the shit jar*
*reports Cray because it's all his fault*
*reports Gilroy because I haven't had a doughnut in over a week*
*reports Kenthepen for requesting bosom pie*
*report Cray again because I hate that Neti Pot reppie*
*reports Parump for being too colorful*
I think that about does it for now. I'll come back when I think of more.
CW and now Woof's passing has reminded me why so many of us have been active members here for so long and why so many new girls are gearing up for the same (welcome, haggis).
It's not because we're loosers, but because we're friends.
I don't really know the first thing about anybody here, except for the one that counts: I liek you all!
But in a cool way.
And if anybody ever mentions this again, I'll beat you with my unbearably cute fairy wings.
The important thing is that you've been assimilated.
we are the aw. lower your shields and surrender your ships.
And bring guacamole.