The legality of my poastings can not in any way be questioned by rational means. I am not to blame for this latest of what appears to be a series of site failures. Coald drafts of dry air waft through my floaing hair. I am not sure why I just said that, but said kinetic event has happened with some frequency during this winter season.
Pickles rub together when placed into the same jar. Surely by nao this is not a surprising result. Our poastings on Tablecat are something of that nature. We are acidic and biting in our wit, and are surrounded by glass and metal... noa, noa, wait, that is where the metaphoar breaks daon. Can anyone out there help me with the requisite visualizations? There is noa risk of being given the goatfinger. I predict a safe outlet foar discussions of this matter.