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Well, there comes a time in every OP's life when a voter and a post love each other very much. The voter wants to show to show this love through the physical demonstration of 'favouriting' the post. This is an intimate moment between the user and the post. They very slowly and sensually move their cursor to the post's heart icon. Then they being to press down on the mouse button. This gives the OP a great feeling of pleasure. When the act is complete the post's heart turns purple.
Not long after this, the voter will most likely forget about the post and have favourital intercourse with another post. Whatta slut. -
Hey all of you reading this. Yeah, you. Remember why you're following me and why we and everyone else reading this are friends (online or otherwise)? It's because of that little site called amirite. Just remember that. It's kinda beautiful isn't it. Kinda makes you want to... smile.
P.S: Peter and Taja that means you two especially. -
Oh yes. you got me. I care about all those loves and I would do that juuuust to get them. It's the only way I can get amirite famous. PLEASE LOVE ME, I'M SO LONELY. It's not like that comment was already one of the most loved. It's not like it's 9/11 today and that is the most popular post ever made about it. It's not like if I wanted loves I could just give them to myself.
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This is very helpful. I'm glad you highlighted all of these problems so I can address them.
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Today, the girl I like flew 4000 miles to at an airport 60 miles from me. I told the security guards how much I love her and I must see her. They put down their AKs and let me into the departure lounge. We kissed passionately and everybody cheered and unicorns pooped rainbows all around us. MLIA
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I love the smell of <=$username?> in the morning.
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"I like my coffee how I like my black people... I don't like coffee."
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When I read this I'm thinking about something other than modding
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One time somebody asked me what my best baseball story is. So I sat there and thought "I don't understand what this means?". Then I ignored the question for a few days, or it might have been weeks.
Then one mild day in Spring, I ventured onto the website known as formspring. I made a gentle swiping motion with two fingers on my laptop's trackpad. On the screen perched upon my desk shone this very question from days before. It was so very bright in all it's quizzicality. I knew now was the right time. This was it. Time to unleash the answer that has been caged in the depth of my mind, furious to escape for all this time!.
With one fell swoop, I pressed the letter O. The O appeared on the screen in full glory. It was free, ready to be presented to the world. I continued this tred of striking those keys which lay upon my keyboard, right up until this very moment. It then dawned upon me, the thing I had been dreading this whole time. My worst fear had been realised. I leaned back in my chair and racked my brain. This new discovery had put a damper on my entire plan. I stared blankly at the screen, the thought racing through my brain: "shit, how am I going to finish this story?" -
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Getting rid of people who spam, post offensive things and abuse the system to try and get their cruddy posts on the home page is focusing on keeping it good in my books.
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I don't know why it's so high; women already know they're right.
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www.amirite.net
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You're not being a dick, I completely agree with you. I've spoken to people many times about this, and I'm showing them this question.
I guess I can only apologise on their behalf.
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