...it’s rare that I actually bother to pick over the bones of this place these days but finding you still at the coalface has genuinely been heartening

if you weren’t some sad-sack loser doppelganging you rshitposting antics like you still mistaken believe it’s clever maybe you’d have better luck...

I’m not here to judge

I wouldn’t presume to speak for another...but I have spoken with a particular other in the above exchange - at some length, even - & I believe that while the above gets across quite eloquently the sentiment fhg (fundamentallyhubristicgobshite, perhaps?) evokes...it speaks to a wider point that bears expanding upon.

Fraggles FTW!

Drop me a line somewhere I can dye your roots, there’s a love?

P.S. Emilia Clarke is just the best

I’m not sure I’d be in a hurry to label our little lot as either aggressive or really serious but we’re willing to give it the ol’ college try.

It could be a mess - particularly amongst the greys - but there was a pretty decent bunch hidden in amongst all that shitposting.

Hobby, vocation, obsession, compulsion, recreation or paid gig.

We could still rustle up a pretty good round of “I’m NOT tomatoface” without trying too hard, though.

Speaking of being appreciated.

For the record there’s an open spot in the black with your name on over at the wake - swing by, put your feet up & say hi to some old friends.

& if you leave this in the greys it might take them longer to find us.

I’m not sure we do, either. But then we’ve been drowning our sorrows all week at the wake, so that might be part of it.

It’s this kind of thing that makes us miss you, so.

As IAMRU2 so astutely points out, you nailed it.

Dude. You don’t know me but we have friends in common.

“Nice one, mate” (did I do that right?)

As I said to Persnickety, this guy could probably tell you a thing or two about this latest chucklehead:

You guys should talk to this guy: