Berties real purpose
Flying Tadpole wrote in
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After a post like that, one can almost feel sorry for the poor
souls, their bodies riven by waves of impotent rage, their
prepubertal minds knowing they're missing something, their
fingers desperately typing crudities both of language and
invention, barren of both invective and content. They hammer
away at their long-suffering keyboards, seeking to validate their
existence somehow, even if only in the nanosecond between the
appearance of their posts and the contemptuous silences which
follow them. They spawn more and more socks which only
demonstrate their hopelessness as puppeteers. Indeed, it could
almost be tragic, the true nature of the bunyip, for whom we once
Uh, yeh.
Bertie
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