DMV blues
By usadisvet - 02/04/2015 06:43 - United States - Loudon
In "Moderate the FMLs", you voted Yes on a story that was subsequently published. Well done!
You checked out the profile page belonging to one of the last people to have a look at your profile.
Voting on an FML in the "Work" category on a Monday morning between 8 and 9 a.m. How ironic.
You are connected to FML via the mobile site or an app. How modern.
You used FML’s private messaging service for the first time. Will they reply? Wait and see…
It’s nice of you to help us sort out the submissions, using FML’s moderate feature.
This is now the third time you’ve changed your profile pic.
200 "I agree" votes is a good start.
You commented on an FML between 1 and 3 a.m.
You have voted "You deserved it" over 100 times.
You’ve filled out the necessary details. Having done so will be much appreciated.
Your FML was denied. We had to at least give you a badge to cheer you up a bit.
Hey, you uploaded your photo, and you’re cute as a kitten!
See, son, moderating FMLs is like a marathon.
You have voted for 50% of the entire collection of FMLs to date.
You have voted for 15% of the entire collection of FMLs to date.
You have voted for 100% of the entire collection of FMLs to date.
You have thumbed 5000 comments.
You have left your thumbprint on 2500 comments.
You have looked through 5 pages of the website. That’s a start.
You made your 500th "You deserved it" vote.
Love knows no boundaries. You’ve already added 50 FMLs to your favourites list!
You’ve used your thumb on 1000 comments.
100 of your comments are neither buried or moderated. Popular is your middle name!
You've received 68 Hugs on your profile. Kinky.
By usadisvet - 02/04/2015 06:43 - United States - Loudon
By RuinedTheMood - 21/09/2014 05:11 - United States - Tomball
By fuck right off - 04/04/2015 17:32 - United Kingdom - Coalville
By OPhere - 15/04/2013 07:37 - United States - Hayward
OP here. To the people who said I deserved it, my psychotic mother actually had the balls to craft a ******* rejection letter and mail it to me. I was sixteen and had never seen an authentic denial letter from Yale---you guys would've believed it, too, had you been in my shoes. To the people who keep bringing up e-mail: it was 1996. As my generation will tell you, we grew up without the internet. To the people who agree that my mom's a bitch, damn straight she ******* is. My daughters and son will not be seeing much of mee-maw anymore, nor will I. To the people who said I wouldn't be who I am today without that lie: Doesn't matter; parents are supposed to nurture their children, not deprive them for personal gain.