Night terrors
By scared shitless - 24/06/2020 08:02
You have looked through 5 pages of the website. That’s a start.
You have put three pictures on your profile, but not necessarily pictures of your profile.
You like to live life randomly, and we salute you.
Brandon may have an FML, but he ended up marrying Jessica. You found this out by reading “FML, the follow up.”
Your FML account is now linked to your Facebook account.
To be up moderating at this time of night, either you're really devoted or you're an insomniac.
It’s nice of you to help us sort out the submissions, using FML’s moderate feature.
This is now the third time you’ve changed your profile pic.
You wanted you know what the top of the flops of all time was, and now you know.
Hey, you uploaded your photo, and you’re cute as a kitten!
Love knows no boundaries. You’ve already added 50 FMLs to your favourites list!
100 of your comments are neither buried or moderated. Popular is your middle name!
See, son, moderating FMLs is like a marathon.
You have voted for 100% of the entire collection of FMLs to date.
You have voted for 50% of the entire collection of FMLs to date.
You have voted for 15% of the entire collection of FMLs to date.
You’ve used your thumb on 1000 comments.
You have thumbed 5000 comments.
You have left your thumbprint on 2500 comments.
Clicking to reply to a comment is a worthy thing to do. To do so without getting buried afterwards is even worthier.
Not one, not two, but 50 pages of the Intimacy category read. No comment.
You have voted "You deserved it" over 100 times.
200 "I agree" votes is a good start.
You made your 500th "You deserved it" vote.
By scared shitless - 24/06/2020 08:02
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By marcranger - 11/08/2014 23:40 - United States - Denver
By trainE - 30/03/2009 02:08 - United States
Hey all, OP here! Glad to see I made some of you laugh...I wish I could say the same about my cousin, his wife, and my aunt and uncle (the proud first-time grandparents)! At least my dad, who I was staying with for this event (I live up in the mountains, but this was in Denver), laughed his ass off when everyone else was out of earshot and said he honestly felt the same way (and since I was a baby once...thanks, Dad?). Oh, well. At the very least, I think the new parents will avoid me like the plague at future gatherings, even ones specifically planned to honor the new addition (oops), and this might get my relatives to back off about when exactly I'm making my own contribution to the family line.