This party is lame. Plus, everybody else is leaving, then making a grand return a few weeks later. I'm walking out now and not looking back. I'm putting on my panda suit and smashing all the old macintosh computers in our office.
Side note: why do we still use macintosh computers? Don't they have iPads and stuff now that can really make things easier? An iPad would make my life easier. I would probably not feel the need to dress like a panda and smash up the office if I had an iPad.
Side note: why do we still use macintosh computers? Don't they have iPads and stuff now that can really make things easier? An iPad would make my life easier. I would probably not feel the need to dress like a panda and smash up the office if I had an iPad.Seriously, I'm leaving. I'm gonna go take a bath with my friend and pop some fireworks. You guys are lame. Peace.
I am so done with this place. Don't even try to stop me. I'm gone like Donkey Kong. What? Did you say something? That's what I thought. I'm out. I won't even read the comments. I'm so far gone you don't even know it. This is like the time Jenny left Forest. Peace.
Don't try to stop me. Don't remind me of all the good times we had. I'm outta here, and I'm not looking back. Peace. Plus, you guys never give me more recs than you give London Raider. WTF? The dude lives in London! I should get at least a 6 rec head start for that reason only. Did you see what London did to Boston in WWII? London Raider holds the record on DTN for recs, and lil' ol' SARR toils away, trying to win your affection. HEY! LOOK AT ME! I'M A LITTLE MONKEY AND CAN TIP MY HAT! GIMME A QUARTER PLEASE! Meanwhile, LR writes something that only an accomplished author can accomplish with beautiful prose and witty comments and you guys fall all over him. Whatever. HELIVESINLONDONWHEREHTHESUNNEVERSHINESEVER. I'm outta here. You guys can have your London Raider. Have fun with your tennis that comes from England where London Raider lives. Peace.
SARR is gone forever. Have fun with LondonRaider. Forehand, right down the line. Or maybe it was a backhand, I'm not sure because I like football. Scoreboard. Peace.
What? I'm walking away.
I'm not looking back.
What? I thought I heard something. What? Really, I'm not gonna look back.