By VIVI - 25/10/2008 16:55
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You have put three pictures on your profile, but not necessarily pictures of your profile.
An FML submitted between 5 and 6 a.m. can't be very good.
You are connected to FML via the mobile site or an app. How modern.
Reading the comment rules is a really good idea. This badge is sponsored by Alan, our moderator.
You checked out the profile page belonging to one of the last people to have a look at your profile.
You've commented on an FML that you sent in
You had to give your opinion on this new “piece” that the whole world is talking about.
You commented on an FML between 6 and 7 a.m.
You commented on an FML between 1 and 3 a.m.
You've looked for Santa absolutely everywhere, and you managed to find him. Well done!
You read an FML that mentions a badge, and in return, you've been awarded a badge. A badge inside a badge.
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.
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.
100 of your comments are neither buried or moderated. Popular is your middle name!
This is now the third time you’ve changed your profile pic.
Your FML was denied. We had to at least give you a badge to cheer you up a bit.
You have looked through 5 pages of the website. That’s a start.
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 submitted an FML, that was subsequently published, and statistically this makes you an exceptional person.
You have voted "You deserved it" over 100 times.
You have voted for 100% of the entire collection of FMLs to date.
You looked for gold on FML. What more do you want, money?
You’ve used your thumb on 1000 comments.
In "Moderate the FMLs", you voted Yes on a story that was subsequently published. Well done!
You have 50 followers and we quite frankly don't know how you managed it.
You have 100 followers. Your head's in the game.
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.
Brandon may have an FML, but he ended up marrying Jessica. You found this out by reading “FML, the follow up.”
Editing your comments can help you avoid embarrassment, and it might make you seem smarter.
200 "I agree" votes is a good start.
You made your 500th "You deserved it" vote.
Voting on an FML in the "Work" category on a Monday morning between 8 and 9 a.m. How ironic.
Clicking to reply to a comment is a worthy thing to do. To do so without getting buried afterwards is even worthier.
You have shared 20 FMLs on Twitter, your followers love you and we understand why.
There were only 100 numbered VDM diaries for 2011/2012. I've got one.
You've liked 20 FMLs, and your Facebook friends are going to like the FMLs you liked.
You left your mark on an illustrated FML’s presentation blog article.
Love knows no boundaries. You’ve already added 50 FMLs to your favourites list!
You have left your thumbprint on 2500 comments.
You have thumbed 5000 comments.
You have 200 followers. Everyone follows you. You should watch your mouth.
By VIVI - 25/10/2008 16:55
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By Gassy - 21/09/2015 14:45 - Australia - Rydalmere
Hey everyone! OP here hoping to give you all some clarity! First off, I wasn't high but I was tired and I wasn't wearing my glasses. I live on a farm in the middle of bumble-**** nowhere and we have a small tree, about 5'6" tall, a little ways off our back porch. It was about 2:00 a.m. and my young daughter had gotten sick on her sheets so I was running to put them in the washing machine (which is in the barn) so that they wouldn't stain. I heard a rustling sound and I thought I saw a person moving out of the corner of my eye. Without my glasses and the fact that it was really dark mixed with my overall anxiety because my husband wasn't home caused me to drop the sheets and run back into the house to protect my kids. I know it's stupid and really horrible that I wasted precious resources on something so trivial but I was terrified. My husband is the head of a very small drug task force and even though we live in a pretty sleepy town, he still gets threats now and again. Furthermore we recently moved from Sacramento because I was almost kidnapped about 2 years ago while I was walking home from the park with my kids and I didn't want to take ANY chances. I was treated with respect by the great officers who came out and my husband was immediately notified. He wasn't able to come home right away but one of his off duty officers came by and stayed on the couch the rest of the night. Thank you all for the well wishes and I appreciate all the great puns!! :)