Captcha and I have had some rocky times in the past, but I can't quite figure out if this was a misplaced accusation, or some sort of drunken confession. Maybe captcha isn't feeling so secure?
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that fucking pwns dude.
i wish my Captchas were more entertaining and less terribly annoying and illegible like yours was.
Posted by: M.A. Gunter | August 26, 2008 at 09:40 PM
Obviously Captcha had a rough childhood. This explains why it takes its aggression out on us with indecipherable word jumbles.
Posted by: Rob Frappier | August 27, 2008 at 09:11 AM
Paul- there is no spoon.
Posted by: Katie Chatfield | August 28, 2008 at 10:28 PM
Matt- Yeah, me too, dude. Me too. I'd look forward to it a little bit more, that's for sure.
Rob- I agree. Time for therapy. :)
Katie- No, there is definitely not a spoon. I do enjoy a matrix quote. :)
Posted by: Paul McEnany | August 30, 2008 at 03:17 PM
very informative keep on writing
Posted by: marketing mix | September 16, 2008 at 10:00 AM