The subject of this short bio is one @Tacosbefriends :
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*beep* *beep* *beep* *beep* *beep* *beep* *beep* *beep*
Blackness.
Then, a glimmer of light...
Tacos wakes up slowly, (hits the snooze bar 8 times), drinking in the early morning air.
The early morning air being 1:00 PM.
Obviously, he craves breakfast Tacos.
Going downstairs, (stumbling may be a better word), he fills up a shell with some random assorted beans, some cheddar cheese, turns on the microwave, and voila, his breakfast tacos are ready.
Eating way too slowly, he picks himself up and goes to his computer, ready for a productive day as Admin on CubeCraft games.
Oh, the horror.
The horror.
He double takes.
And again.
666 alerts???
"How will I have time to check them all?" he thinks groggily, still tired from his early start.
Aside from that, his 69 conversations don't help matters, and the innumerable Helper applications cap off the whole thing nicely.
2 years of the same thing happening every single day doesn't help.
"I will never be as good as Mac" he thinks depressively.
He promptly faints.
8:00 PM:
After a nice snooze, Billy is finally ready to start the day.
With Chipotle.
10:00 PM:
Back from Chipotle, our hero decides to finally get around to his Admin duties and goes onto the website again.
Surprisingly, he now has 1,234 alerts and 123 conversations.
In addition, some idiot thought it was funny to spam 400 Helper Applications with the letter "d".
Another 600 Helper applications in Spanish make him laugh.
His conversations, filled with stupid things about Velocity, are too much.
With a sigh, he thinks "I'm too tired. Tomorrow is better anyway".
Or so he thinks...
NARUTO!!!
12:00 AM:
Bill is fast asleep, ready for another big day tomorrow.
How he got through a day on planet earth without saying a word will remain a mystery forever.
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(NOTE: This is a joke, and obviously nothing is intended to insult our dear fried here.)
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*beep* *beep* *beep* *beep* *beep* *beep* *beep* *beep*
Blackness.
Then, a glimmer of light...
Tacos wakes up slowly, (hits the snooze bar 8 times), drinking in the early morning air.
The early morning air being 1:00 PM.
Obviously, he craves breakfast Tacos.
Going downstairs, (stumbling may be a better word), he fills up a shell with some random assorted beans, some cheddar cheese, turns on the microwave, and voila, his breakfast tacos are ready.
Eating way too slowly, he picks himself up and goes to his computer, ready for a productive day as Admin on CubeCraft games.
Oh, the horror.
The horror.
He double takes.
And again.
666 alerts???
"How will I have time to check them all?" he thinks groggily, still tired from his early start.
Aside from that, his 69 conversations don't help matters, and the innumerable Helper applications cap off the whole thing nicely.
2 years of the same thing happening every single day doesn't help.
"I will never be as good as Mac" he thinks depressively.
He promptly faints.
8:00 PM:
After a nice snooze, Billy is finally ready to start the day.
With Chipotle.
10:00 PM:
Back from Chipotle, our hero decides to finally get around to his Admin duties and goes onto the website again.
Surprisingly, he now has 1,234 alerts and 123 conversations.
In addition, some idiot thought it was funny to spam 400 Helper Applications with the letter "d".
Another 600 Helper applications in Spanish make him laugh.
His conversations, filled with stupid things about Velocity, are too much.
With a sigh, he thinks "I'm too tired. Tomorrow is better anyway".
Or so he thinks...
NARUTO!!!
12:00 AM:
Bill is fast asleep, ready for another big day tomorrow.
How he got through a day on planet earth without saying a word will remain a mystery forever.
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(NOTE: This is a joke, and obviously nothing is intended to insult our dear fried here.)
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