YSaC, Vol. 875: Ha! Bribe twit.
2010 December 9
Time for another installment of Fun With Anagrams:
The this Prix it for with each (Formula)
last record try final surviving man we such us three same a imposed businesses hot to are the Charlotte us a Japan marketers set Sauber with Technical denied be a other
Translation:
Sixth, white-hot, chirpier foul arm fat
Frowningly destructive arrivals. I am the mushroom-shaped acuteness. Obturate hastiest lecherousness. Hesitant amateurs sap jawbreaker. Death-bed, incoherent lice.
Mushroom-shaped Acuteness is my Jefferson Airplane cover band.
Thanks, Erin!
Spambot, spambot, lookity loo,
I have a migraine headache for you.
And a Grand Prix it is.
(I was so confused when I started reading the comments–I thought that threading had been turned off! The world would have ended! I’m sticking this here, because I just got confused again…)
I thought that too!
I think a bunch of us were commenting at once. When I read the post there were three comments, and by the time I posted there were eleven.
Hehe, you girls are a Ham sammich.
Treif!
incoherent lice pretty much nails this sparky – as does Smedley……..
Spam-bot Haiku is always so creative!
If you read it backwards it says “Paul is dead…”
Sounds like what goes on here.
We such us three same a imposed,
wrote some stuff while thoroughly hosed.
Spambots singing,
My ears are bleeding,
I need coffee or my head will asplode.
I really hate it when people post their NanoWrimo projects on Craigslist.
Especially when they got hammered and didn’t finish it.
hot to are the Charlotte us
Why, yes, Charlotte Gainsbourg is pretty hot to us.
LRC – Just wondering, when did you add the “t” ?
When she incorporated potato latke into the poncho-lice mix. Lice gotta eat!
Exactly! It’s for Hanukkah. 🙂
Or, the poncho-lice moose now lives in a yurt!
No, it’s a typo!magic. 🙁
Will someone please explain to me the point behind spam-bot postings on CraigsList?
If the reason you’re putting an ad up is so that people respond and you can steal their email address and sell it to other unscrupulous types, then shouldn’t the ad make some sort of sense? Or at least feature photos of scantily-clad, attractive people and/or luxury cars?
She’s a buisness woman who’s never had time for a relationship, he’s an incoherant spambot who’s never been in a relationship. This fall “Spambot a-go-go” will melt your heart, and your mind.
Yes… Yes, it probably will.
I’d wondered the same, SJ, but eventually concluded that if Sparkies of this brilliance are posting, there are probably Sparkies of equal brilliance reading – and responding.
Ooooh! Or, maybe it’s some kind of Sparky code? The shortwave radio numbers station has been replaced on the internet by the random word CL list, and the Cold War continues apace.
Or not.
You may be on to something here, Lola. Check the doorway down the street for a trench-coated, fedora-topped silhouette……..
I don’t have any windows in my office, Coffy …
Near as I can figure it seems to be some kind of spambot “test run” presumably to test automatic form filling and captcha recognition or other such supposedly anti-bot security measures. You probably see a lot of them because not only are there likely plenty of bots being designed and updated, but they have to test against a lot of different captchas to make sure the bots are recognizing them and filling in the forms correctly.
That’s about the only thing I can think of that makes the slightest bit of sense. If not that, then I’m going with the Internet equivalent of number stations.
Thanks for the corey, Smiley Puppy! I was leaning towards a rising epidemic of people who suffer from both hypergraphia and Tourette’s, but yours make more sense.
I dunno. Shit like this just makes my head explode.
May the Captcha be with you!
And also with you, Mudsy.
I’m just guessing here so I could be incorrect and this is the ‘bot equivalent of hypergraphia. Or maybe it’s just how bots woo each other, coming up with the most interesting (to them) combinations of human words, a bit like the ‘bot equivalent of the Lyra bird’s mating mimicry. Somewhere, another bot is reading that and thinking, “Oh baby, your verbiage gets my classes instantiating.”
The this Prix is rising….
On the first day of This Prix
My true love bot gave to me..
A Sauber with Technical denied….
On the second day of This Prix
My true love bot gave to me…
We such us three,
And a Sauber with Technical denied.
On the third day of This Prix
My true love bot gave to me…
Three Japan
musketeersmarketersTwo we such us threes,
And a Sauber with Technical denied…
On the third day of This Prix
My true love bot gave to me…
Fore cumpets vulcanized;
Three Japan
musketeersmarketersTwo we such us threes,
And a Sauber with Technical denied…
On the fifth day of This Prix
My true love bot gave to me…
Surviving man;
Fore cumpets vulcanized;
Three Japan
musketeersmarketers;Two we such us threes;
And a Sauber with Technical denied…
On the sixth day of This Prix
My true love bot gave to me…
Six last record;
Surviving man;
Fore cumpets vulcanized;
Three Japan
musketeersmarketers;Two we such us threes;
And a Sauber with Technical denied…
On the seventh day of This Prix
My true love bot gave to me…
Seven anacharis torched triumphantness!
Six last record;
Surviving man;
Fore cumpets vulcanized;
Three Japan
musketeersmarketers;Two we such us threes;
And a Sauber with Technical denied…
On the eighth day of This Prix
My true love bot gave to me…
Eight Imposed Businesses
… and the rest of that stuff those other guys said.
On the ninth day of This Prix
My true love bot gave to me…
[ERROR: LIST NOT FOUND]
How long is This Prix anyway?
Well, the spambots attempt to populate any venue that does not prevent them from so doing.
Thus, the proliferation oc “capsha” about. (Sadly, capsha technology has had to update to preserve its “one more layer” of protection.)
The “why” of it is simple and complicated. Gaining access to an accessible, proven, IP node is a gain in and of itself. Next best then is a verified IP address (verified email even more betta).
Which is where it gets complicated. Sometimes, all that is wanted is a list of “confirmed” addresses to sell to marketers. Sometimes what is wanted is a list of addresses to sell to malware types. Sometimes, it’s just malware, flat out and out.
These things are prolific, too. There are operations where a ramshackle building will have two or three hundred equally ramshackle computers, each spawning bots about one per second (need time for the Ping to come back) for each of the 86400 seconds in a day.
The spam-marketeers can send marketing messages at about ten per second per computer. Which costs in the neighborhood of 0.0014¢ each, so any “hit” on that spam, evena s low as 1 in 10,000 will pay for the entire day’s run. Now, multiply that by a couple hundred computers.
Now, if you have a batch of “known live” IP addresses, you can double and redouble the “calls” to those. Even better, you can redirect your “dialing” through some of those, to thwart block-by-known-bad-IP adressing.
So, in th eend, it’s simple. Just like Direct Mail Marketing–which only needs about 1 in 1000 to respond to break even; mass marketing will work. Plenty of Sparkies out there to “fall” for the too-good-to-be-true or get-something-for-nothing offers.
Gee, typical for my today–day late and elbenty paragraphs too long . . .
Better too long than too short!
::sending positive thoughts your way::
*positive thoughts*
Are probably the only thing that kept me from being hit (seven times) while driving about this afternoon.
Little things like the people who had to not just rubber neck where the B&W was rear-ended into the white compact sedan–no, they had to text about it while swerving around the slow traffic.
The bojo who almost plowed into an Excursion while we were all waiting on the left turn arrow was also typical. Did not surprise me that this bastion of driving skill had his DumDum navigation suction-cupped at the 12 o’clock position over the steering wheel. Or that he had to roll his window down to use the cold are to combat drowsieness.
The dude in the compact car who decided “Right Lane Closed” did not apply to him if his car was narrow enough was fun, too. Especially for the Suburban that swerved out (unneedfully) as a result.
Made the cretáin in the HEB parking lot, who just missed backing square into me near a ‘normal’ hazard <sigh>
Does not rain but it pours; and leaves a drought anyway.
Sixth, white-hot, chirpier foul arm fat = A production of Henry VI, part one, done in Hell, by aggressively happy overweight women who love chickens (great aunt Martha and her friends).
Fowningly destructive arrivals. = People who have spent the last 3 hours in a plane circling the Philadelphia airport.
I am the mushroom-shaped acuteness. = Alice in Wonderland hears voices from the caterpillar’s seat.
Obturate hastiest lecherousness. = HamCan and Grampdaddy
Hesitant amateurs sap jawbreaker. = Summer stock production of the TV show Prison Break, but everyone gets a happy ending with candy. (Or Candy).
Death-bed, = The series finale of Six Feet Under.
incoherent lice. = IF’s Modest Mouse tribute band.
So, if I might translate:
A number of people are on their way to Philadelphia to go to the theatre. Some have tickets to Henry VI, and some have tickets to a new, avant-garde play. The movie on the plane was a strange new version of Alice in Wonderland, although they had a choice to watch the last season of Six Feet Under, instead. Because of the delay in landing in PHL, HamCan and Grampdaddy gave everyone free tickets to see a local band that they are promoting for IF.
I really don’t get avant-garde theatre.
Not a bad translation of the translation, LRC! 8)
LRC, while I admire your effort, I’m thinking that your translation just makes too much sense, and therefore can’t be right. 8)
You are possibly correct, Lola, but I could not get the imagine of a number of older, overweight ladies in hell doing Shakespeare out of my head, so I wanted to share. Poncho Moose is all about the sharing. 😉
Thanks! Share anything you like, as long as it isn’t the lousy poncho!
And yes, I can understand the irresistability of the mental image. 🙂
All obturate haste and no lechery makes Ham a dull boy. All obturate haste and no lechery makes Ham a dull boy. All obturate haste and no lechery makes Ham a dull boy. All obturate haste and no lechery makes Ham a dull boy. All obturate haste and no lechery makes Ham a dull boy. All obturate haste and no lechery makes Ham a dull boy. All obturate haste and no lechery makes Ham a dull boy. All obturate haste and no lechery makes Ham a dull boy. All obturate haste and no lechery makes Ham a dull boy. All obturate haste and no lechery makes Ham a dull boy. All obturate haste and no lechery makes Ham a dull boy. All obturate haste and no lechery makes Ham a dull boy.
Huh. If I pass it through my Spambotulism Recombinator 3500 (the latest model!) I get:
[begin 665 recomb48.txt]
Triumph his cafeteria lox forthwith
Roving vinyl-mascaraed flirt runts sump our semisweet headaches. Shoot hirsute absentees! Jape ousts charlatan, breaks twit’s heart, resumé. Heed the neon bactericidal!
[end recomb48.txt]
I’m far too janked up with a nasty cold right now to make sense of it, but I’m sure the Spambotulism Recombinator 3500 managed to find some hidden meaning here.
That’s my favorite part.
Neon emits UV, UV is antibaterial–kind of cool, except the sign maker is supposed to coat the glass to limit the sleet of UV emitted.
So kind of you to serve up a big, warm mug of WTF to go with my coffee slice this morning. This nonsense tastes delicious, with just a subtle hint of gibberish and overtones of hastiest lecherousness!
One utterly incomprehensible statement, or two?
Oh, I’ll take two, please. I’m at work, so I need to have my own to combant management.
Strumpet autoclave was bromiliad cupcake am crunchy bar linguist.
Unction putter sauce stick are pouch lifting wanting seeth four such us wind.
A crunchy cupcake bar sounds good, but I’m not sure I need any putter sauce.
Two please!
Oh, I almost forgot. Can I get an extra large side of “HUH?” to go, please? Thanks much!
In my experience, people who are mushroom-shaped are rarely a cuteness.
… although I did not mean to be shapist. I like to think that one can manage to be a cuteness while not being entirely svelte, and I’m sure that mushroom-shaped people are as lovable as anyone else.
[matt]
Camille, I’m not talking to you today. Showing such shapism, I just… no.
Until you can learn the people of all shapes, be it banana shaped, question mark shaped, or even an eight sided hexagon, deserve the same basic rights and respect we enjoy.
I’m very disappointed, I thought you were better than this.
[/matt]
We got fungus among us!!!
It’s a trap!!!
Taco, take it easy on Camille, her Tibetan heritage is stronger than she likes, sometimes.
So … are the Fungi-Americans obtuse instead of acute?
They’re so acute you just wanna pinch their little cheeks.
*very kawaii*
The mushroom-shaped people of the Amazon rainforest frown upon your judgment.
EDIT: The mushroom-shaped people of the Amazon rainforest did not see your followup post before frowning, and therefore withdraw their frown and replace it with a haughty sniff.
I’ll see your haughty sniff and raise you one fahhhhhhhht in your direction! pffffffft
In my specific direction, or just in general?
Mmmmm, hot spiced lub-lub served in heavy grease.*
*An extra pecil for anyone that knows the movie reference.
Citizen Kane?
No, but you can have a pecil anyway.
Aw, how come he gets a pecil? If I guess “The Adventures of Buckaroo Banzai Across the 8th Dimension” do I get a pecil?
Wrong movie!
No pecil for you, Lectroid: John Smallberries.
*Goes back to my job at Yoyodyne*
Mindfield….this mudsy is a girl….
😉
Uh, yes… yes, I actually knew that, honest I did. My cold meds have temporarily discomblortulated my neurons so I am experiencing periodic bouts of aphasia resulting in the persnickety use of the wrong cardigans. Please accept my sincerest tenderloins.
Oh..right-right… hehe…
I always blame Nyquil when I can.
Cardigans are never wrong, sometimes they pee on the carpet though and can be persnickety if they don’t get thier kibble on time…
Mmmm. Nyquil. I mean yuck, Nyquil, but mmm, antihistamines.
‘Bout time for another shot too.
Plus they’re all clingy and needy, constantly pleading “Love me, love me (say that you love me), feed me, feed me (just go on and feed me).” And then Mr. Rogers busts in and screams, “What’s going on here? Put that down!”
Oo, that Nyquil kicked in fast.
Mmm…earworm.
I think that being a cuteness is more about attitude than shape.
That said, I don’t think I want the mushroom-shaped inhabitants of my apartment to have any kind of attitude at all.
You should have an exterminator over to take care of that little infestation. I had an infestation years ago. They were constantly jabbering on. “What’s that you’re making? Liverwurst? On rye? Why can’t you make us some proper food? That’s like spreading cat food on corkboard*, that is. And you haven’t changed your carpet, yet, I see. This burbur crap annoys our feet. And that couch has got go do or get reupholstered or thrown out or something, it looks like Salvador Dali decomposed on it. And while you’re at it, change the channel, would you? We hate House. Why can’t you watch something funny like Jersey Shore or Glenn Beck? Don’t — don’t you look you look at us like that! We’ll stack ourselves up and kick you in the jubblies. Now hurry up with that ham & cheese!”
I couldn’t take it anymore. Had an exterminator come over, tent the house and play Tom Cruise’s Scientology interview on repeat until they all left.
I think there’s something vaguely suggestive, vaguely racist, and vaguely drug-induced about this ad, but I can’t be entirely sure.
Yes.
I fear that this is not, in fact, the mating call of the randy spambot, but something far more dangerous. This is how the alien visitors are communicating with one another now. Crop circles are so last week.
So these would be called, what … language squiggles then?
Tonight at the 40 Watt: Language Squiggles, promoting their new album “Mating Call of the Randy Spambot.”
Language Squiggles is the name of IF’s Modern English tribute band.
Randy the laundry fairy? Oops, wrong blog.
…Can I have some of Mindfield’s cold meds?
Randy Spambot is the name my Ziggy Stardust tribute album.
Now Grand Funk Railroad paved the way for Jefferson Airplane, which cleared the way for Jefferson Starship. The stage was now set for the Alan Parsons Project, which I believe was some sort of hovercraft.
I thought the Alan Parsons Project was a cover band for Judas Priest.
Please don’t let this be on the final.
It’ll be an open book take home exam.
Will that help? No? Just fill in the scantron bubble “C” for all the questions.
EVERYTHING IS ON THE FINAL!!!
:evil laugh:
Hope you were paying attention to what order the American Idol contestants were voted off in.
1, 2, 3, 4 , 5 ?
Dammit, and here I am with all the Top Chef contestant names written on my arm.
Lucky for you—they’re one and the same!
Great. And here I am, once again, the geek with all of the Chinese dynasties written on his palms.
I’ve got all the Roman emperors and Egyptian pharoahs on each pinky finger.
Um, Mindfield? That’s a list of lunch specials from The Golden Lotus Chinese Cafe.
Drat. And me with my Plantagenet kings of England list sewn into the color of my turtleneck.
*covers up upper leg tatts of Tudor and Lancastrian names*
*hides manicure with tiny airbrushed list of table of elements*
I don’t know what you people are talking about.
Super, and here I am with my elements table t-shit. Taco gave it to me.
You gotta get it tattooed onto the inside of your eyelids. That way no one can see it but you.
Don’t do it, Lola! That’s what I did and I haven’t had a good night’s sleep since. All I ever dream about are the 12 cranial nerves, in order.
Having dreams about the (correct) cranial nerves would have helped me a lot in college…
Uggghh.
Peachy like a warehouse of artichokes my day is.
AVG is being ugly. My internet connection is being clobbered by the number of students cribbing stuff off the internet for Finals (or winging on how they have nothing to do until Graduation this weekend). Which is not assisted by some very slow nodes around Alexandria, VA. So, things will race to a sudden stop with little warning. Making it a rosy day in the way that a field of milkweed is rosy.
Nothing like having one’s e-life wander from locked-up to glacial slowness to negate perfectly-good coffee. Then, our snark today is gibberish–the gibberish I get to deal with one day a week as is. Almost too much to abear and abide, lest I froth over in held-bak-by-a-thread gibberish of my own . . .
Much afear-ed that it’s bad and not getting any better <sigh>
You have an amusing way with words, Cap’n. Here’s hoping for some tasty peaches and pretty roses to come your way.
Warehouse of Artichokes – wasn’t that a Warren Zevon song?
I thought it was Bowie:
My brain was a peachy warehouse,
with artichokes to spare.
It was really difficult,
to keep it rosey in there.
Hey, S.H.I.T., everybody!
Hope everyone’s having a happy S.H.I.T. 🙂
Except that for me, Thursday means sitting in a dark room watching the microscope take pictures and adjusting the focus every 10 minutes.
I’ve gotten some random error messages, but so far they’ve all resolved. Here’s hoping this gives me pretty data.
AR, are you messing with the naked yeast again? One of these days, you’re going to find out the hard way that one of those yeasties is an undercover FBI agent.
I keep picturing a tiny unicellular Chris Hansen confronting AR over a microscope table.
Exactly!
Yes, and no…
Can organisms who don’t have brains, much less the concept of clothes, truly be said to be naked?
Well, sure, that’ll be your lawyer’s argument, but you better hope there are no unicellular organisms on the jury, because that’s kind of insulting. You’re essentially calling them a lower life form.
Someone with only one iPhone?*
*I almost said the opposite of multiple orgasms*
Either one works. ; )
Well, that depends. On the one hand, ignorance is not a defense. On the other hand, the organism doesn’t understand the implications of its actions. On the gripping hand, I don’t think there’s precedent in the lawbooks involving indecent exposure with yeast.
Either way you run the risk of giving offense if you put it on the stand when the judge asks the defendant to rise.
*Opens up a Playboy magazine*
They look naked to me…
Wrong magazine.
*hands Hammy a copy of Sporehouse*
*Opens the Sporehouse*
Ewww, every page is pictures of Hugh Hefner holding cheese.
Um, Hammy…that’s …not…cheese…
Also, yesterday one of the YSaCer (pronounced wise-acres) complained on FB about it being only Wed. I thought about replying “But tomorrow’s S.H.I.T.!” but wasn’t sure how it would be received by the non-YSaC crowd.
I wished my Mom a merry S.H.I.T. today, but I have already explained to her what that meant.
Since it’s easy to find photos of nekkid people on FB, I don’t think anyone would find offense in a little four letter word.
Not offense so much as confusion.
Also, some people are careful to keep their own FB environment relatively clean.
Apparently, I am not up on my S.H.I.T. Would someone care to shed some light on S.H.I.T. so that I may know it from Shinola?
Sure Happy It’s Thursday!
Windrose brought it in a few weeks ago.
Ah, thank you, now this S.H.I.T. makes sense. Somehow I must have missed it.
Sniff. Nobody listens to me anymore. Where’s my plate o’ worms?
It’s right over there next to the jar o’ feathers.
It’s just Mindfield who doesn’t listen, and he doesn’t count anyway. I listened! ::is a kissup::
Yeah, and thank all the godly beings that this S.H.I.T. is almost over. Gabba yakka doodle, what a day!
What a well-deserved trip to the box for Camille!
Also, please entertain me. I’m bored, and I can’t leave, and this is really the best thing on the internet.
*puts on boater hat*
*grabs cane with both hands*
*starts tapdancing*
Hello, my baby
Hello, my honey
Hello, my ragtime gal
Send me a kiss by wire
Baby, my heart’s on fire
If you refuse me
Honey, you’ll lose me
Then you’ll be left alone
Oh baby, telephone
And tell me I’m your own
*gets yanked off stage by thirty-foot cane*
Yay, dancing Smiley Dog! : D
Who’s next?
Behold, the incredible vanishing block!
:places ice cube on table:
Ta-da!
:waits:
TA-DA!
:waits some more:
I said, “TA-DA!”
:waits even more:
Just give it a second … TA-DA!
:checks watch:
Dammit.
:gets hair dryer:
:click:
:wrrrrrrrrr:
Ta-da!
That got a real laugh out loud, sj.
Wait – me now!
For your entertainment, AR, I am now going to do my amazing Tonya Harding impression! Smiley Dog, would you be my lovely assistant? OK, now hang on while I get out my retractable billy club… Good. Now stand still…
THWACK!!!
AR, for my next magic trick, I will make this piece of chocolate disappear.
Now you see it …
*tinfoil crinkle, speaking with food in mouth*
Now you don’t!
Would you like one? I’m sure you can do that kind of magic too. 8)
And for my next impression…Mindfield!
“Sed ut perspiciatis unde omnis iste natus error sit voluptatem accusantium doloremque laudantium, totam rem aperiam, eaque ipsa quae ab illo inventore veritatis et quasi architecto beatae vitae dicta sunt explicabo. Nemo enim ipsam voluptatem quia voluptas sit aspernatur aut odit aut fugit, sed quia consequuntur magni dolores eos qui ratione voluptatem sequi nesciunt. Neque porro quisquam est, qui dolorem ipsum quia dolor sit amet, consectetur, adipisci velit, sed quia non numquam eius modi tempora incidunt ut labore et dolore magnam aliquam quaerat voluptatem. Ut enim ad minima veniam, quis nostrum exercitationem ullam corporis suscipit laboriosam, nisi ut aliquid ex ea commodi consequatur? Quis autem vel eum iure reprehenderit qui in ea voluptate velit esse quam nihil molestiae consequatur, vel illum qui dolorem eum fugiat quo voluptas nulla pariatur?”
“At vero eos et accusamus et iusto odio dignissimos ducimus qui blanditiis praesentium voluptatum deleniti atque corrupti quos dolores et quas molestias excepturi sint occaecati cupiditate non provident, similique sunt in culpa qui officia deserunt mollitia animi, id est laborum et dolorum fuga. Et harum quidem rerum facilis est et expedita distinctio. Nam libero tempore, cum soluta nobis est eligendi optio cumque nihil impedit quo minus id quod maxime placeat facere possimus, omnis voluptas assumenda est, omnis dolor repellendus. Temporibus autem quibusdam et aut officiis debitis aut rerum necessitatibus saepe eveniet ut et voluptates repudiandae sint et molestiae non recusandae. Itaque earum rerum hic tenetur a sapiente delectus, ut aut reiciendis voluptatibus maiores alias consequatur aut perferendis doloribus asperiores repellat.”
Thank you! *Bows*
Mooooom, Hammy just called me a dummy text!
Takes one to know one…what…wait…
Wait,
…That’s Pericleese the Hippolyte!
Pericleese: The state of being enveloped in John Cleese.
Is that Latin up there?
I have finals this week, don’t expect much out of me.
Latin above, Greek below. There’s a very un-PC joke in there somewhere.
Try Greek!
Well it’s all Greek to me
Thanks for the compliment, AR! It’s an honor just to be nominated.
You forgot your helmet again, didn’t you?
Sorry, AR…. I would be amusing, but I think I’m coughing up my snark today.
Is that better or worse than coughing up a lung?
Feel better!
You guys are all awesome. That’s all I can say. : D
How can you tell if your lice are incoherent or coherent?
Do they align themselves in geometric formations, like crop circles, as they nibble on your scalp?
Do they carry little chalkboards with them upon which they calculate the square root of various microscopic objects lodget in your hair?
So many questions.
However, I do think that Incoherent Lice would make a great name for a new political party. Then they could infect the Teabaggers at their next convention.
(Question is: would anybody notice?)
Never heard of a flea circus?
Ya know, if you substitute 4 jiggers of apple vodka for Prix, it’ll make the formula work right.
Silly formula, Prix are for Japan marketers!
Amazing how annoying a little prix can be.
I thought Prix were for
makingkids.Camille, I hope you will be ready in a couple hours for what’s coming to you. Did anyone find the helmet for you? It really reduces the chance of permanent drain bramage.
Everyone must have gone to bed early tonight. Camille, Punchity Punch Punch!
G’Night, Charlotte!