By Tchactchactchac - 16/05/2015 17:54 - Pays-Bas
You have looked through 5 pages of the website. That’s a start.
In "Moderate the FMLs", you voted Yes on a story that was subsequently published. Well done!
You used FML’s private messaging service for the first time. Will they reply? Wait and see…
You are connected to FML via the mobile site or an app. How modern.
Voting on an FML in the "Work" category on a Monday morning between 8 and 9 a.m. How ironic.
You checked out the profile page belonging to one of the last people to have a look at your profile.
You took your first steps inside the chatroom. Welcome!
You had to give your opinion on this new “piece” that the whole world is talking about.
You have voted for 15% of the entire collection of FMLs to date.
You commented on an FML between 1 and 3 a.m.
You read an FML that mentions a badge, and in return, you've been awarded a badge. A badge inside a badge.
You gave a Hug to someone. How cute!
You like to live life randomly, and we salute you.
It’s nice of you to help us sort out the submissions, using FML’s moderate feature.
Editing your comments can help you avoid embarrassment, and it might make you seem smarter.
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Your FML was denied. We had to at least give you a badge to cheer you up a bit.
Love knows no boundaries. You’ve already added 50 FMLs to your favourites list!
You have voted "You deserved it" over 100 times.
This is now the third time you’ve changed your profile pic.
200 "I agree" votes is a good start.
You made your 500th "You deserved it" vote.
You've received 68 Hugs on your profile. Kinky.
100 of your comments are neither buried or moderated. Popular is your middle name!
See, son, moderating FMLs is like a marathon.
You’ve used your thumb on 1000 comments.
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 thumbed 5000 comments.
You have left your thumbprint on 2500 comments.
Clicking to reply to a comment is a worthy thing to do. To do so without getting buried afterwards is even worthier.
By Tchactchactchac - 16/05/2015 17:54 - Pays-Bas
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Coucou! Je suis l'auteure, je viens de créer un compte. Merci de m'avoir publiée, ça me fait tout chaud dans mon p'tit cœur. :) Bon alors un peu plus d'explications... Cette anecdote s'est passée il y a un moment. En fait nous étions 2 à partager la chambre pour des raisons de place, et on se demandait ce que c'était que ce bruit (relativement faible cela dit). On a cherché d'où ça venait et ça venait de toute évidence de la porte d'en face dans le couloir: la chambre d'un collègue. Dans mon imaginaire de fille innocente qui plane, ça m'évoquait le bruit que font les griffes de mon chien sur le carrelage quand il fait une crise d'épilepsie. J'étais donc plus en mode alerte, quand un léger soupir de la part de mon collègue a déclenché une réaction en chaîne dans ma tête: soupir->masturbation -> TchacTchac= bracelet secoué -> imagination de la scène -> aaah huuu berk oups -> mouaha LOL quand même. Donc non, nous ne l'avons pas surpris, et non il ne l'a jamais su, et c'est tant mieux. Nous avons gentiment refermé la porte de notre chambre un peu gênées, mi-désolées et mi-dégoûtées de cette intrusion involontaire dans sa vie privée. Mais bon finalement, le comique de situation nous a bien fait marrer. ^^ Pour la défense de mon collègue, nous étions itinérants et il faisait partie de ceux qui ne pouvaient pas rentrer chez eux même le WE pendant plus d'un mois. C'était le genre de chose qui pouvait naturellement arriver, inutile de juger, la gène n'a pas duré. Il n'était pas particulièrement bruyant mais les murs n'étaient vraiment pas isolés. Voilà les petits loups, vous savez tout. Allez en paix, poutous, toussa... :D