"Dude, where can I get some journal?"
"Dunno man, it's dry. I hear there was a bust, a thousand gallons of trolljuice, a bunch of flamebait and comment spam got confiscated, more than one shipment."
"Any idea when there might be any more? I'm hurtin', man, I really need a drink."
"Have you tried the firehose?"
"That's only 3.2 beer, I need somthin' strong!
"Talk to congressman Tardmod, he's the one that outlawed drinking."
"Any idea when there might be some more?"
"You got ANYTHING man? Please?"
"Ok, look, I have a little rerun. Don't tell anybody.
Hi, my name's mcgrew and I'm a biter.
Biters Anonymous is a crowd of losers who share their experience, roflcopters and lolerskates with each other that they may solve their common problem and help others to recover from the ravages of biting.
The only requirement for membership is a desire to stop biting.
There are no dues or fees for BA membership; we are self-supporting through our own contributions. BA is not allied with any sect, denomination, politics, organization or institution or endorses nor opposes any causes.
Our primary purpose is to stay troll-free and help other Biters to achieve bitelessness.
Step 1: We admitted we were powerless over biting - that our bites had become unmanageable
Step 2: Came to believe that a poster greater than ourselves could return our lollerskates
Step 3: Made a decision to turn our stories and our journals over to the care of Cowboy Neal
Step 4: Use the <li> operator or risk being called a lamer by trolls, tempting you to bite
Step 5: We must never ever be at all honest with anybody evar.
Step 6: I am not a step, I am a free man!
Step 7: Craps
Step 8: Stop giving a shit.
Step 9: Step 9: Step 9: Step 9:
Step 10: You still didn't follow step 4 yet, lamer
Step 11: Mind your own damned business
Step 12: Shut off the fucking computer and go outside for God's sake!
"I feel terrible! I can't stop itching!" Amy exclaimed. She was pale, and shaking like a leaf. "I feel like there's bugs all over me."