Shame, shame shame. Does your mommy know what you're doing on the computer? Aren't you supposed to be in bed by now?
I'll bet you're browsing on AOL, aren't you, goober?
The only satisfaction I get in knowing you're part of the Army Of Losers is knowing you're paying almost what you make an hour for the privilege.
Oh, and I've taken the liberty of writing a cgi script that has just added your name to an FBI database for tracking pornography on the internet. Time to invest in a V-chip, cow pie.
Had enough yet? Or do you want to go back and get reminded of how inadequate you really are?