Jealousy
By Anonymous - 20/05/2020 08:00
You have looked through 5 pages of the website. That’s a start.
You commented on an FML between 1 and 3 a.m.
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.
You checked out the profile page belonging to one of the last people to have a look at your profile.
You are connected to FML via the mobile site or an app. How modern.
It’s nice of you to help us sort out the submissions, using FML’s moderate feature.
200 "I agree" votes is a good start.
You like to live life randomly, and we salute you.
You have voted "You deserved it" over 100 times.
Love knows no boundaries. You’ve already added 50 FMLs to your favourites list!
Your FML was denied. We had to at least give you a badge to cheer you up a bit.
Hey, you uploaded your photo, and you’re cute as a kitten!
You've received 68 Hugs on your profile. Kinky.
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.
100 of your comments are neither buried or moderated. Popular is your middle name!
You have thumbed 5000 comments.
You have left your thumbprint on 2500 comments.
You’ve used your thumb on 1000 comments.
Not one, not two, but 50 pages of the Intimacy category read. No comment.
This is now the third time you’ve changed your profile pic.
You made your 500th "You deserved it" vote.
By Anonymous - 20/05/2020 08:00
By stretchy - 06/05/2013 19:58 - United States - Bethesda
By BestBF - 23/04/2013 23:22 - United States - Omaha
By OPhere - 15/04/2013 07:37 - United States - Hayward
By ironies a b*tch - 13/04/2013 05:04 - United States - Chatham
OP here. To the people who said I deserved it, my psychotic mother actually had the balls to craft a ******* rejection letter and mail it to me. I was sixteen and had never seen an authentic denial letter from Yale---you guys would've believed it, too, had you been in my shoes. To the people who keep bringing up e-mail: it was 1996. As my generation will tell you, we grew up without the internet. To the people who agree that my mom's a bitch, damn straight she ******* is. My daughters and son will not be seeing much of mee-maw anymore, nor will I. To the people who said I wouldn't be who I am today without that lie: Doesn't matter; parents are supposed to nurture their children, not deprive them for personal gain.