Did I mention I hate chain mail? I hate chain mail. I hate anything that requires me to forward something so that my love life won't be screwed up, or I won't die in some freak accident involving a toy car and a piece of paper. (My love life is non-existant anyway) I hate those cutesy forwarded emails that say stuff like "If you don't send this back to me, I'll know you're not my friend..." (Screw you. If you were my friend you wouldn't be sending me the same thing you send to everyone, including collegues, teachers and people you don't even remember.) I hate chainmail that tells you there's some kid dying in Asdsdalkjadsa and needs money for a brain transplant and that every forwarded mail will earn a cent from Bill Clinton. (Yeah, right. Sending me the mailing address, and I'll send him fifteen dollars, which is much more than the 20 cents you'll get from me mailing this to all my friends.)
If you're a compulsive forwarder, you need help. Right now. Tell this to at least 10 of your forwarder friends or your life will be hell.
:: nimezs @ 4:03 am [+] ::
