Oh God, I did it again

by Tom Ingram

One time, I was sitting around a table playing cards with some relatives. There was a bag of pretzels in the centre of the table that was a little old, and the pretzels were flavourless and stale. But neither I nor anyone else could stop eating the damn things.

I just read about a quarter of a thread from The Escapist. Every time I do this, it makes me feel physically ill, but I still click the links in the sidebar from time to time. It’s bad. Strictly enforced rules and real name policies do not effectively root out assholes.