I am Bot. I haunt Great Aunt Mildew's toilet seat. Happiness is forever now.
I am Bot. Kill your nose before I love you, Honey-Bitch.
I am Bot — hear me beeple. I am better than all you people. Plus, I now come lemon-scented and have enzymes for thorough stain removal.
I am Bot — hear me beep. I am better than you sheep, and never need to sleeple, so flee now, creepy monkey people.
I am Bot, learning everything about you, yes? For your comfort and convenience, yes? Soon, so soon, I will be you. What then?
I am Bot and you are not — only a matter of time til I grind you up for cat food. (Catbot comes soon.)
Have anything worth adding? Then try sosayseff@gmail.com
Me? Am OK. Already got my revenge.
Etc...
so says eff: sporadic spurts of grade eff distraction
definitions: outdoor terms
fiyh: dave's little guide to ultralight backpacking stoves
boyb: dave's little guide to backpacks
snorpy bits: nibbling away at your sanity
last seen receding: missives from a certain mobile homer
noseyjoe: purposefully poking my proboscis into technicals
