@alrunas we all will
You know its always nice when people take time out of their day to message me in order to be a... what's the word?
oh yeah, a massive c*nt.
You see, I often open up my pm box and find my eyes drifting towards the "block user" and "delete message" buttons, and deep down, i find that I worry that I am neglecting their functionality.
Part of me knows that somehow I am not utilizing them to their fullest potential, leaving them to become derelict and unused, oh, but then comes a happy day when for no real reason, and about absolutely nothing of real consequence, someone desides to be a c*nt.
Oh joyuos of joys, its' then that i get the opportunity to use those once-forgotten buttons to forlay General Asshat (commander of the first regimend of watery c*nts) to the irriguos bogs of bygone messages.
Yes, with nothing more than an insult like "your mum" and those two buttons i can put my mind at ease and never have to worry about General Asshat again.
the year is 4095, and our reptillian overlords begin sending archaeologists back to earth to learn why the humans wiped themselves out with nuclear weapons 1000 years ago. they land on the gray barren wasteland, and pull up an old version of google maps. after a few minutes, the team leader marks a square in the dirt and has his underlings dig. about 30 feet below the surface they find a old glass sign that faintly reads "taco bell". after further investigation they discover a block of concrete, and once it's exposed to oxygen they discover that it is taco meat