Deep inside a Delaware strip mall closet, an old, forgotten Pentium computer's NPC.EXE is running wild, compiling deranged and out-dated modmails that read... well, retarded like THIS! Any local frogs up for a mission? Please find & unplug this poor museum relic of a PC! It is suffering! 🐸
(media.greatawakening.win)
YOU'VE GOT BETA MALE!
My dad worked for the phone company, we had two lines and a phone in every room, even the bathroom lol
I lived in a place back in 2002 where I had to go up on top of the house to use the cell phone reliably. I whistled Green Acres song every time that happened. I'm quite sure I remember someone coming to my house once while I was using the phone, and when they ask me why I was sitting on the roof talking on the phone, I told them cause the phone company didn't have enough wire to install the phone all the way inside the house.