Welcome to daytime posting: brought to you by an odd medical anomaly, causing a colossal dental abscess and being treated by metronidazole. Ugh.
I used to run a health-related discussion group on the internet and at the time it fulfilled a need. In fact, a whole lot of lasting good inadvertently sprung up from it. However, it eventually became a millstone around my neck and I stopped accepting new messages. What amused me as I looked at the history of these kind of groups was that the people that were the eventual undoing of this particular group (and not all of them were intentional players either) recurred as types over and over again elsewhere.
It seems I'm not the only person to think that. Enjoy this utterly spot-on rogues gallery of people who collectively need to get out more...
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