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.
It’s morning. You just made a hot pot of coffee. You know? A train just broke through your fucking kitchen and you spilled the coffee and you’re fucking burning.