WTF?
By Anonyme - 02/05/2014 07:27
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You commented on an FML between 6 and 7 a.m.
You had to give your opinion on this new “piece” that the whole world is talking about.
You checked out the profile page belonging to one of the last people to have a look at your profile.
Voting on an FML in the "Work" category on a Monday morning between 8 and 9 a.m. How ironic.
You are connected to FML via the mobile site or an app. How modern.
You used FML’s private messaging service for the first time. Will they reply? Wait and see…
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.
200 "I agree" votes is a good start.
Hey, you uploaded your photo, and you’re cute as a kitten!
Your FML was denied. We had to at least give you a badge to cheer you up a bit.
You made your 500th "You deserved it" vote.
See, son, moderating FMLs is like a marathon.
You have thumbed 5000 comments.
You have left your thumbprint on 2500 comments.
100 of your comments are neither buried or moderated. Popular is your middle name!
You’ve used your thumb on 1000 comments.
Clicking to reply to a comment is a worthy thing to do. To do so without getting buried afterwards is even worthier.
Love knows no boundaries. You’ve already added 50 FMLs to your favourites list!
You have voted "You deserved it" over 100 times.
You've received 68 Hugs on your profile. Kinky.
By Anonyme - 02/05/2014 07:27
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By Anonyme - 03/11/2011 00:40 - Royaume-Uni
Je suis l'auteure (ça se dit ?) de la VDM. Effectivement, je suis bien une femme et "envoyé" sans "e" est une faute. Puisque vous voulez savoir la suite, elle est simple et prévisible : lorsque mon copain est rentré de sa soirée "entre amis", il a trouvé ses affaires dans un sac devant la porte. Il est quand même rentré dans l'appart pour comprendre (il avait un peu dessaoulé). Je me suis retenue de le gifler et l'ai simplement viré de chez moi (et de ma vie, à l'occasion). Ma pote ne l'est plus. Et désolée de tuer les espoirs de certains, mais même si j'aurais aimé leur faire payer la course trèèès cher, je n'ai pas pu : mon agence surveille de près tout ça. Voilà !