When somebody self deletes, or says they no longer want to be here good-by,
The way I see it, is that I, as an individual, am of no consequence to them, I have / will never have any good advice that I may have to offer, and I'm not enough of a cyber friend to induce them to stay.
Vogon Poetry for the Win: Oh freddled gruntbuggly,
Thy micturitions are to me,
As plurdled gabbleblotchits,
On a lurgid bee,That mordiously hath bitled out, Its earted jurtles,Into a rancid festering confectious inner-sphincter.
[drowned out by moaning and screaming]
Now the jurpling slayjid agrocrustles,
Are slurping hagrilly up the axlegrurts,
And living glupules frart and slipulate,
Like jowling meated liverslime,Groop,
I implore thee, my foonting turling dromes,
And hooptiously drangle me,
With crinkly bindlewurdles,
Or else I shall rend thee in the gobberwarts
with my blurglecruncheon,See if I don't.
Bowyn Aerrow Wrote:Vogon Poetry for the Win: Oh freddled gruntbuggly,
Thy micturitions are to me,
As plurdled gabbleblotchits,
On a lurgid bee,That mordiously hath bitled out, Its earted jurtles,Into a rancid festering confectious inner-sphincter.
[drowned out by moaning and screaming]
Now the jurpling slayjid agrocrustles,
Are slurping hagrilly up the axlegrurts,
And living glupules frart and slipulate,
Like jowling meated liverslime,Groop,
I implore thee, my foonting turling dromes,
And hooptiously drangle me,
With crinkly bindlewurdles,
Or else I shall rend thee in the gobberwarts
with my blurglecruncheon,See if I don't.