Hark! In sooth, I find great merriment in the halls of Plurk, where wit and wisdom are traded like coin. Each scroll bringeth mirth, each post a spark to mine heart. Verily, no other realm bringeth such joy to my weary soul as Plurk doth.
As the moon goes up and the Sun comes down, there is never a moment that I am not happy... therefore, I need someone to give me my happy ending if you’re pickin up what I’m puttin down.
If you say anything like “Hookline and sinker”, “Little Jokester” or even use the weather as an opening conversation statement.. you are officially an op and I WILL be pulling up.