01-24-2012, 10:27 AM
I was going to have a great reply, but in the midst of grabbing my mouse I slapped it off of my desk.
It went flying through the air violently, colliding with the side of my desk with a sickening thud to shake the ages.
I weeped staring at my poor 16 dollar mouse... as it lay hanging on the side of my desk... limp, dead, sad and hurt. I felt bad, that mouse never did anything to me. It only made my life easier by helping me avoid this abomination of a touchpad mouse my laptop was equipped with. Though it seems as if my mouse is still functional, something may have gone wrong internally that hasn't quite shown itself, yet. That could have been the finger poke of doom for my mouse.
I'm sorry I ever looked at this thread, I'm sorry I ever tried to even see what was going on.... and now my mouse is traumatized.
It wasn't supposed to be like this. Not like this.
So, my answer to your question doesn't matter anymore, does it? Thanks for making my mouse have scars to brag about at the bar, prince_oliver2. Hopefully it'll help him score chicks in the short run, but in the big picture.... he's gonna look like shit when he's a senior citizen.
It's all your fucking fault. Unless my mouse receives an apology, I'm officially starving it to death. No more potatoes and dog food, I'm going to let it die. It's death is on your hands, I hope you are satisfied, you monster.
How do you sleep at night?
It went flying through the air violently, colliding with the side of my desk with a sickening thud to shake the ages.
I weeped staring at my poor 16 dollar mouse... as it lay hanging on the side of my desk... limp, dead, sad and hurt. I felt bad, that mouse never did anything to me. It only made my life easier by helping me avoid this abomination of a touchpad mouse my laptop was equipped with. Though it seems as if my mouse is still functional, something may have gone wrong internally that hasn't quite shown itself, yet. That could have been the finger poke of doom for my mouse.
I'm sorry I ever looked at this thread, I'm sorry I ever tried to even see what was going on.... and now my mouse is traumatized.
It wasn't supposed to be like this. Not like this.
So, my answer to your question doesn't matter anymore, does it? Thanks for making my mouse have scars to brag about at the bar, prince_oliver2. Hopefully it'll help him score chicks in the short run, but in the big picture.... he's gonna look like shit when he's a senior citizen.
It's all your fucking fault. Unless my mouse receives an apology, I'm officially starving it to death. No more potatoes and dog food, I'm going to let it die. It's death is on your hands, I hope you are satisfied, you monster.
How do you sleep at night?