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By Anonyme - 02/03/2012 14:11 - France
You have looked through 5 pages of the website. That’s a start.
It’s nice of you to help us sort out the submissions, using FML’s moderate feature.
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 commented on an FML between 1 and 3 a.m.
You've received 68 Hugs on your profile. Kinky.
You gave a Hug to someone. How cute!
You like to live life randomly, and we salute you.
Editing your comments can help you avoid embarrassment, and it might make you seem smarter.
This is now the third time you’ve changed your profile pic.
You’ve filled out the necessary details. Having done so will be much appreciated.
Hey, you uploaded your photo, and you’re cute as a kitten!
You have put three pictures on your profile, but not necessarily pictures of your profile.
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!
200 "I agree" votes is a good start.
You have voted "You deserved it" over 100 times.
You made your 500th "You deserved it" vote.
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.
You have voted for 15% of the entire collection of FMLs to date.
By Anonyme - 02/03/2012 14:11 - France
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By Mamasita - 08/03/2012 20:31 - Suisse
By Anonyme - 10/03/2012 02:48 - Reserved
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By lacrise - 13/03/2012 18:01
By Wace04 - 14/03/2012 10:39 - Chine
By Srissou - 14/03/2012 15:01 - France
Oooh ma vdm est publiée ! Merci ! :D En fait mon voisin s'est avéré être un cinglé, vraiment, vraiment (oui ça date de quelques mois). C'était un vieux monsieur complètement gâteux. Du genre il nous mettait des photos de lui dans notre boîte aux lettres, avec écrit au dos "avec toute mon affection". Il s'amusait à taper dans le mur aussi. Une nuit il a sonné à la porte en peignoir en disant qu'il avait peur de l'orage, qu'il allait faire des cauchemars, et qu'il aimerait bien dormir sur notre canapé. Je précise qu'il n'y avait pas d'orage. Bref. Voilà le personnage. Mais on a pas eu à le supporter longtemps : un mois après notre arrivée, sa famille l'a envoyé en maison de retraite :)
By dodouprems - 15/03/2012 14:23 - Suisse
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By Ahah - 18/03/2012 18:12 - France - Draguignan
By cerise - 20/03/2012 12:55 - France - Paris
Chouette ma VDM est validée. Merci pour vos commentaires :P. En fait, pour ceux qui se demandent, les charpentiers n'étaient pas sur le toit, mais en dessous, ils étaient venus réparer quelques poutres et en remplaçaient d'autres je crois... Et c'est certainement mon père, qui est partis après ma mère que leur a ouvert la porte... N'empêche que ma mère aurait pu appeler mon père avant de m'appeler moi... Comment cette histoire s'est terminé ? Je ne suis pas sortie de ma chambre de la journée... Et désormais, je prends ma douche en Maillot de bain.