1,007 Crabapples for Google Ruining My Fun. Woof.

Gmail is mean.

It just delivered me a headline spoiling the men's long program tonight. I had cheesy pretzels and ginger ale all set to go. Now my parade is rained on and I will boycott gmail for at least 12 minutes.

I want information, but not before I want it.

Crabapples with razorblades for you, anticipation-wreckers.


Anonymous e said...

many millions of pineapples for meeting of the trifecta

4:46 PM  

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