how perfectly swell: matthew prins (or matt prins, or thew, or...oh, you don't care) alone with his stupidity
I do hate the Internet. I do.
Fortunately, I have been told that the comments will be working again shortly, as long as you consider the middle of freakin' next week to be shortly, which I don't, so arrgghh! So if you have a comment, e-mail me and I'll stick it below the message. It's a pain, yes, and I know that none of you will e-mail me, because it's so much harder that way, you know, but whatever. We'll give it a whirl.
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Comment from thelma dawn esprit: Wow. So that's a stupid idea, Matthew.
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Comment from Matthew: You know what? I have an idea, if I can run some CGI on Josh's "server." Hmm. I can, can't I, dude?
i sincerely do not know what you are doing here. are you lost? were you
looking for your delicate calico cat, and did you follow her up two flights of stairs
to this room? she is not here. she was here, yes. we gave her a warm bowl of milk, we talked with her about campaign finance reform for a time, and then she bid us good day. i believe she was
going to the post office two blocks down, but i don't quite recall.
for surely you did
not find your way from prinsiana, the least traveled site on
the internet. if you did, though, perhaps you are looking for humor. perhaps you are looking for profundity. perhaps you are looking for answers.
i'm sorry, but you shall go naught-for-three.