By catsies - 09/07/2008 11:01
You wanted you know what the top of the flops of all time was, and now you know.
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 had to give your opinion on this new “piece” that the whole world is talking about.
You seem to be glued to FML. Shall we set a tent up for you to sleep in?
You took your first steps inside the chatroom. Welcome!
Brandon may have an FML, but he ended up marrying Jessica. You found this out by reading “FML, the follow up.”
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 have voted for 100% of the entire collection of FMLs to date.
Having said that, my 3 comments on that FML were really worth it.
You've set the cat off again, he's started pushing fruit out of bodies of water. Well done, wrong turn. Go back.
You've looked for Santa absolutely everywhere, and you managed to find him. Well done!
You looked for gold on FML. What more do you want, money?
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.
You have put three pictures on your profile, but not necessarily pictures of your profile.
You went as far as reading the terms of use. You’re a total FML completist.
You have looked through 5 pages of the website. That’s a start.
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!
Your FML was denied. We had to at least give you a badge to cheer you up a bit.
Not one, not two, but 50 pages of the Intimacy category read. No comment.
Clicking to reply to a comment is a worthy thing to do. To do so without getting buried afterwards is even worthier.
You’ve used your thumb on 1000 comments.
Hey, you uploaded your photo, and you’re cute as a kitten!
200 "I agree" votes is a good 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…
Editing your comments can help you avoid embarrassment, and it might make you seem smarter.
You found out about the FML Forum, and checked it out.
Reading the comment rules is a really good idea. This badge is sponsored by Alan, our moderator.
You've received 68 Hugs on your profile. Kinky.
100 of your comments are neither buried or moderated. Popular is your middle name!
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See, son, moderating FMLs is like a marathon.
You left your mark on an illustrated FML’s presentation blog article.
You've commented on an FML that you sent in
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This is now the third time you’ve changed your profile pic.
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You have thumbed 5000 comments.
You have left your thumbprint on 2500 comments.
You were outside of France when you submitted this FML
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By catsies - 09/07/2008 11:01
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By Arachneus - 18/07/2008 20:22
En fait, c'etait il y a 4 ans, et je raccompagnais toujours mon pote jusqu'a la voiture de sa mère. Ensuite j'allais jusqu'a chez moi, et sa mere passait dans la rue au moment où je traversais. C'était une laguna couleur "or". Or, ce jour là, j'ai raccompagné mon pote. J'ai vu une laguna couleur "or" quand je traversais... donc j'ai pas réfléchi ! Pas de bol, sa mère avait changer de route, je sais pas pourquoi !
By Miss13 - 19/07/2008 15:33
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By Xavier-Red - 23/07/2008 12:15
Bon pour rassurer tout le monde, j'avoue que j'ai bien rigolé sur le coup. J'ai trouvé ça tellement magnifique dans le domaine des vannes pourries que j'ai pas réussi à lui en vouloir. Mais mon ego de fille s'est un peu fâché...
By Eroxène - 24/07/2008 18:31
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By £@ure - 28/07/2008 19:30
Alors... je tiens à confirmer que cette histoire est entièrement vraie de A à Z. Explication aux plus suspicieux: c'était donc effectivement dans la tour de la terreur. Dans cette attraction, on est assis sur des "bancs" sans réelles démarcations entre les sièges et sans autres ceintures de sécurité qu'une petite ceinture noire identique à celle que vous trouver dans les sièges du milieu sur la banquette arrière d'une voiture. J'étais d'ailleurs assise entre mon copain et ce monsieur. Donc quand l'ascenseur s'est cassé la gueule, j'ai hurlé de peur, fermé les yeux et de manière totalement instinctive sans même que je me rende compte (ou que je prête attention à ce que mes mains faisaient...), je me suis retrouvé la main sur les bijoux de monsieur. Forcément, quand l'ascenseur a arrêté de tomber et que j'ai pu remettre deux neurones en place et que mon cerveau a commencé à traiter d'autres informations que la peur, j'ai sentie sous ma main le jean de monsieur et j'ai réalisé que ce n'était pas une sensation normalement attendue... j'ai légèrement tâté avec ma main (on est dans le noir dans le manège) et me suis aperçue, morte de honte, que je venais de lui agripper les parties.... En sortant de l'attraction, j'ai tout expliqué à mon petit ami, je me suis cachée derrière lui pour pas que le type vienne me voir et me dise quelque chose. On a regardé la photo prise dans l'attraction et effectivement, la preuve était là sur l'écran de contrôle, devant les yeux de tout le monde ! Bien évidemment, on a pris cette photo en photo pour avoir un souvenir probant... Voila toute l'histoire !!!