Snicker.

You have my sincere condolences, buddy.

If only there was some sort of movement of gracious people willing to donate their expertise and time to write software and allow the users to fully control it by giving away the source code. That’d fix everything!

Unless we’re talking about Trump’s brain, of course.

Better range in case the parents attempt a fighting retreat towards the exit? Higher chance of punching through the pews if they try to use them as cover?

Sounds sensible.

Wait… Are you saying that isn’t how it’s normally done in Texas? Huh.

Someone’s pussy interfered with the process? That sounds sort of right, actually.

“…And I’m here to tell you all about it with a smile on my face. My bedside manner is impeccable too.”

Though crowd. Should have gone for open mic-night at the local watering hole for coders.

Nice! Good job, Mozilla!

Sounds to me like your body is giving your sound advice. Now throw in some sort of chilled drink based on coconut, pineapple and dark spiced rum. Your liver demands it.

Right. The point is: No, unfortunately I’m not. Damn shame really, but what can you do?

No, I don’t remember any of those people, and I doubt they care about me either. While we’re on the subject, that is far from the only way in which I’m nothing like Ryan Gosling.

It’s even more potent than that! I’m not even female, but now I suddenly want to be so this can make me gay.