I am so sorry about the double post yesterday. As if that post wasn't hot mess enough with all the typos and mistakes, I had to hit you with it twice? I opted to not delete either post since both had comments so here they will stay forever and ever until some race of superbeings' children discover the internets in a dusty box tucked away in someone's galactic attic. Once found, the internets will become a momentary interest before being lost again - this time for all eternity - after little BY5677 or whatever he's called, is chased by GR7689 across the attic. He's carrying the internets in his six appendages, but since he's only .98 nanoseconds old, he's not so sure-footed. Naturally, he trips and drops the internets and they go rolling into a black hole in the corner and ( )!!! Everything we've written here is gone in the blink of an eye. Or Six eyes, if you're little BY5677.
( ) = the sound no one hears you make when you scream in space
I should probably stop drinking what's left of those Billy Beers I found in the crawl space.
What are you sorry for today? And could someone do something about that low rumbling sound I hear? Thanks.