Then you’re at peaces? (dodges tomatoes)
When you feel a tad sorry for those poor suckers who use the front door instead of just entering BoingBoing through the BBS.
Then you’re at peaces? (dodges tomatoes)
When you feel a tad sorry for those poor suckers who use the front door instead of just entering BoingBoing through the BBS.
When you can’t even remember what the front page looks like. (It’s got lot’s of pictures, and a little bit of text, right?)
When you know about the (well not so really) secret ascii version.
Visiting the BB homepage is like…
When you know who created the ascii version, and which of the mutants are most prone to bringing it up.
When you don’t even realize there’s a front door?
When you wonder how all the Muggles get in.
When you see bananas in real life and immediately think or say out loud:
##Just look at it!
When you semi-seriously entertained the notion of going to the voting booth and writing in Princess Pricklepants.
The BBS is helluva drug, clearly.
When putting ketchup on your hotdog is a political statement.
When you find yourself trying to “flag” on other forums.
When you watch sportsball with the BBS.
When people IRL start bitching and complaining within earshot of you, and you just ask them archly;
"Are you disappointed?"
When one of your life’s biggest regrets is not picking a slightly better BBS handle.
When you have a serious drinking problem. But only in gif form.
When you look forward to the end of a hard day’s work when you can kick back, relax, and put on the BBS.
When the only time you’re not on the BBS is while you’re driving between work and home.