and sometimes forget that there is a silent audience of creepy assholes who sit around in their underwear reading about what we all did over the weekend.
I'm sitting around in my underwear right now. I don't give a shit about what any of you did last weekend though.
I don't mind the new guy. At least he doesn't type like a high school chick. His antics at trying to get laid are pretty pathetic though. It's pretty well known around here that you need at least 500 posts before a regular will fuck you (or at least 30 a day for a week complaining about how much your life sucks).