The Thought Factory, submitted by Coal. Some of my most favorite websites on this wacky rollercoaster of a ride we call "The Internet" has to be the horrible graphic / webpage designers that think they're God's gift to the world of HTML. Now I'll admit it right now: I have absolutely no HTML, graphic design, or programming skills. You can instantly tell these things upon loading this site, which I designed myself. However, I don't have the gall or stupidity to pass myself off as a webdesigner, much less a graphics pro. This is where sites like "The Thought Factory" come in, chucking up aliased chunks of putrid graphical insults and a layout design which resembles a blind handicapped kid who tossed out randomly-colored squares all across a graffiti-covered highway underpass that's been soaking in bum urine for the past three decades.
We specialise in providing an excellent quality reproduction of your original. If you need to discuss any requirements please don't hesitate to ring Elaine or Jane
Yeah, I'd like to discuss a few "requirements" for you, Elaine or Jane! Like how come there's apparently some requirement for you to start up a very, very, very bad graphics company and pass yourself off as a "professional" on the Internet? Here's another requirement I'd like to ask you: how many braincells are required to think that a neon green and brown color scheme is a good idea? 5? 9? 11? I need to know quickly because I'm thinking of bashing my head against a cinder block and I need to know roughly when to stop.
Did Louis C.K. jerk off in front of two female comics? And why are these ladies squandering an opportunity to learn from a comedy legend?
Elliot said my breakup must have been due to the sweater curse, an unexplained phenomenon where anyone who gives their significant other a hand-knit sweater gets dumped. The only way to break the curse, Elliot said, was to destroy the sweater.
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