The Onosecond
Wired magazine once defined the 'onosecond' as the time between hitting 'send' and realising that you really didn't mean to send that to your granny.
What inappropriate email/text/photo have you sent to wrong people? Are they speaking to you any more?
( , Thu 26 May 2005, 10:15)
Wired magazine once defined the 'onosecond' as the time between hitting 'send' and realising that you really didn't mean to send that to your granny.
What inappropriate email/text/photo have you sent to wrong people? Are they speaking to you any more?
( , Thu 26 May 2005, 10:15)
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How ever far away, I will always love you...
Bout a year ago, being incredcibly busy at work, and not able to browse b3ta (before I found a way round the firewall), I wrote some amuing song-lyrics to pass the day, and sent them to my mate Maffew. Alas, I sent them erroneously to the wife. (now ex).
The first one started with the inspiring couplets:
"I'd rather smoke, than shag my lass,
It's quicker, more exciting and it don't make me cut the grass"
She failed to appreciate the genius. Obviously, it wasn't about her, it was a hypothetical song-writing imaginary lass. Honest.
( , Sat 28 May 2005, 18:26, Reply)
Bout a year ago, being incredcibly busy at work, and not able to browse b3ta (before I found a way round the firewall), I wrote some amuing song-lyrics to pass the day, and sent them to my mate Maffew. Alas, I sent them erroneously to the wife. (now ex).
The first one started with the inspiring couplets:
"I'd rather smoke, than shag my lass,
It's quicker, more exciting and it don't make me cut the grass"
She failed to appreciate the genius. Obviously, it wasn't about her, it was a hypothetical song-writing imaginary lass. Honest.
( , Sat 28 May 2005, 18:26, Reply)
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