You. You tell me how to make the links work. You've been to more school than me. And don't fucking tell me it's the icon of a world and a bit of chain. I see world. I see bit of chain. I interpret using Brain, The New Wonder Between-Ear Insulation Device. I go pointy and clicky and still my links are pale and flaccid. Fuck you . I hate you. And your freinds. Especially your really good freinds, the ones you lend clothes to and have known since you and they were 3.
I hate them most of all.