By Lilou - 13/09/2009 12:00
You’ve filled out the necessary details. Having done so will be much appreciated.
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.
You checked out the profile page belonging to one of the last people to have a look at your profile.
You have voted for 15% of the entire collection of FMLs to date.
You have voted for 50% of the entire collection of FMLs to date.
You commented on an FML between 1 and 3 a.m.
See, son, moderating FMLs is like a marathon.
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.
Hey, you uploaded your photo, and you’re cute as a kitten!
You gave a Hug to someone. How cute!
Your FML was denied. We had to at least give you a badge to cheer you up a bit.
You made your 500th "You deserved it" vote.
You have voted "You deserved it" over 100 times.
Love knows no boundaries. You’ve already added 50 FMLs to your favourites list!
You've received 68 Hugs on your profile. Kinky.
100 of your comments are neither buried or moderated. Popular is your middle name!
You have voted for 100% of the entire collection of FMLs to date.
You’ve used your thumb on 1000 comments.
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 Lilou - 13/09/2009 12:00
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Coucou les copains ! Je suis l'auteur de la VDM et premièrement, je souhaite remercier l'équipe de l'avoir validée :') Alors, je vous explique, ce n'est pas un fake, donc, j'était à l'espace jeune de ma ville, la grosse commission m'appelle donc je part aux toilettes qui se trouvent dans un petit couloir où à l'entrée de ce dernier ce trouve une cible de fléchettes. Un de mes potes jouait et savais que j'était aux chiottes :) Je sort des toilettes quand une sacrée douleur me prends dans l'entrejambes, la fléchette maudite m'a touché :D. Il s'est excusé, je ne l'ai pas tabassé pour ceux qui se demandent et nous sommes encore amis. Bref, j'ai eu mal, j'ai encore mal, et j'aurais mal pendant une semaine, et je dois rester au lit le plus souvent possible (j'ai cours lundi ;) ). J'ai aucun bobo mais juste les c**** un peu bleues. Shuss les potos !