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This is a bit different, I must say.
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This is a bit different, I must say.
HERE HERE. I SAY I SAY.
The ABC of my Opuss family: A is for @Ashhkat who is ever so bubbly. B is for @Bunts who is a laugh and @Bryanrobertheap who is my hubby.
Hello all ye lads, The cute ones, hot ones and all the other fabs. The time for playing is now over, And the same for the game is far too lame.
I see the notification A little red dot I hope it's validation From all you lot I see the message alert A text I have got I hope it's sexy texy dirt From someone hot I receive a beeping...
Millions of units. Connected by light and radio waves. Everything you could possibly think off. Just a mouse click or touch away. Pages and pages. To suit everyone. From social sites to kinky sites.
Here's a riposte to those who repost And fair to say, it's good when you 'host' The work of others, dropped in our feed But remember, to repost is a want not a need Do it too often and it loses it's...
This isn't Twitter. Keep your litter. This isn't Facebook. I don't give a fook. This isn't Bebo. That's for the ho. This isn't MySpace. Get off my case. So don't treat it like such.
If you see a brilliant story just hanging around, suggest that the writer tag it with the great #WriteMoarStories to spread the word and get Opuss writing MOAR STORIES for EVEN MOAR ENJOYMENT!!.
Our Saviour has a new name And @crowncottage is to blame He smokes maple leaf 'Cos that his belief But he wears a beard just the same This has come to pass From an odd punctuation class This lovely...
Here's a happy song. Let's sing and spread the cheer. Let's all just have a nice time, And write it all on here.
I just had one unpleasant comment on my last Opuss. Instead of focusing on this however, when thinking about it I realised that this was the first time it'd happened in eighty posts- EIGHTY.
I think it's quite amusing Facebook trying to win me home, Sending me an email That I opened on my phone.
The annoying nooby mod, obsessed with correcting grammar, Always way too eager to exercise his ban hammer. Promoted by mistake when a name was misspelt, What a stroke of luck he had been dealt.
I should be tidying up my happy home Instead I sit here on my tush Peering into this tiny screen, Devouring up Opuss Tales of loss, and love, and ones that cause snickers Dirty rooms, baby blu...
You're boring-So are you You're face is ugly- Have you looked at how much makeup you are wearing?. Your clothes are rubbish-So are yours because everyone else is wearing them.
The clock struck 1:00AM, And Feather was rather tired, But she wasn't ready to sleep, There was work to be admired. Opuss had struck, As it so often did, And when Feather did look, Naughty Sleep hid.
Flaming is the cancer of a forum. Boys can hide behind the screen and act out being men. Others respond with what they feel, but without non-verbals it's often misconstrued.
Music: We have YouTube. Tv: Again, we have YouTube. Sport: There the the Wii. Spanish: We have Dora. English: Everything's shortened anyway (LOL, BRB, etc...). Maths: That's why we have calculators.
So iv been getting a lot of stick, For writing things that make others feel thick. So here's a poem that they can relate to, Not that I'm aiming this at any of the opuss crew.
The modern knights, imagine they'd be, On an e-quest, Virtually. Armed with iPads, PC and phones, Fighting hackers, And same-day loans.
*Swear words and stuff* Things to do before I die..... Kill 100,000 Zombies. Not on Left 4 Dead, 4 Real. Crush some fuckers skull in, to rescue a baby seal.
I rather often find myself, Looking round at faces, Wondering who're Opussians, If so, what are their places.
Think before, Now this is the key, Think to yourself Before pressing Control-V. Some of us here We work hard at our stuff. But you come along With all kinds of guff.