When the internet is out

I need a computer because my writing is so messy I was told to type. :/

I'm talking about social networking sites.

That's odd. Nobody else was. Nor was the comic. In fact, YOU weren't even talking about social networking sites.

Okay, I don't know what YOUR problem is, but that's what I was referring to.

I'd love to see where.
And just because I've caught you in full retard mode twice recently doesn't mean I have a problem. Actually, that just makes you sound asshurt.
Edit: Whoops, make that three times. I just noticed the "wife" post updated again.

When I said without the Internet, I meant social networking sites and other things that aren't really important.

Well, say what you mean and mean what you say. We're not mind readers, here.

Why do you care? It's not that big of a deal. And dint try to tell me that you don't care; if you didn't you wouldn't be commenting.

Ah, the last refuge of the stupid... "why do you care?".

Okay... Let's not fight here...

I'm not fighting. I'm just trying to understand what crawled up this guys ass and died.

^This guy's brain, apparently.

No, I don't think that's it . . .

Shhhhh.
You had me at "I don't think".

Shh. Just walk away.

*walks away to microwave some popcorn*
*realizes there's nobody around to share with*

I'll take some... Or everything

Fuck it. Tits is boring the ever-loving fuck out of me.
*shoves every last popped corn up own ass*
*has idea for "poop corn"*
*doesn't die of boredom*

Yay! Please don't come back! :)

Who said I was leaving?
*hands tits a bowl of fresh poopcorn*

*throws bowl at you*

Hey! Did you finish my poopcorn already? At least take time to enjoy it!

I don't want it.

Then why did I only get the bowl back?

I set the rest on fire.

You know you're never going to get that smell out of your place, now, right?

I set the fire in your backyard. If you didn't see it, well that just proves how good I am.

How odd. I wasn't aware your kind had mastered the use of fire yet.

You should never underestimate people.

Lucky for me, your twilight-loving kind doesn't qualify as people.

If you say so.