Is this where I confess that “accidents” are for amateurs?
Is this where you confess?
I confess that I loathe Pinterest due to its prominence in search-engine results and membership wall to view its contents. Not a day goes by that something I’m trying to find pops up as a Pinterest result that I can’t view. “But Pinterest is great! You just have to ignore all of the emails you start getting,” I’m told.
Is this where I confess that I know there is a site you can add to your ad blocker that will prevent pintrest’s membership extortion, but that I can’t be bothered to implement it?
Is this where I confess that I paid sex workers to urinate on a bed I knew a certain rival of mine had slept in?
Is this where I confess that I’ve pretty much decided to retreat to Azeroth rather than face the next four years of Trump?
Is this where I confess that I share an inordinate number of Twitter posts for someone who doesn’t have a Twitter account?
Is this where I confess that I have had a twitter account for three years, but I have never tweeted, even once?
I was going to make a joke about following you, but I see @cowicide actually does. And John McAfee?
It has to be an automatic follow-back. @cowicide too, we’ve not really interacted.
Is this where I confess I read spoilers for the final episode of Sherlock’s fourth series and now I don’t want to watch it? Not because I know what’s going to happen but because I’m not happy with the resolution and finale?
Is this where I confess that half-way through I’m thinking I shouldn’t have bothered?
Is this where I confess that you should have joined me in watching Sausage Party instead?
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