StickPage app
Started by: Drill999 | Replies: 1 | Views: 644
Jul 15, 2012 1:13 AM #697781
I beleve StickPage needs it's own app. Who agrees?
Jul 15, 2012 3:39 AM #697863
It could be the stick page boredom simulator, where no matter how many times you hit refresh expectantly on main forum page no one EVER posts within a reasonable time limit.
Repeated click after exasperated click, excruciatingly tapping until your hand pumps and pulses with nothing but pure discomfort and battery acid. The clicks begin to hasten along with your pulse, rapidly it goes from clicking to banging until it sounds like a bag of cement being hurled off a sky scraper SLAMMING into the concrete side walk down below. The masses on the street squirm and scream just like your shivering veins, quivering and convulsing from the intense anxiety and constantly over hung anticipation. Your stomach begins to sour from your dealings with this nonsensical puddle of cat sick. Your heart rattling your insides, like a corybantical animal trying desperately to escape it's cage to unleash the explosion of frustration within. Anger over the perpetual platitude rises still, until your blood cells feel like they're moving so fast that they're in a suspended stasis-like animation, your clamoring finger whirrs through the thick air downwards towards the slippery left click that is covered with the sweat of your furious endeavor.
The horrific sounds of your motion only amplified by the undertaken stress, ullulates through your very being feeling like fuzzy waves of none stop suffering.
EVERYTHING BEGINS TO SPIN LIKE A FUCKING TILTAWHIRL AND YOU ASK "WHY?! WHY?! IS THIS?! WHY?!" YOU'VE TAKEN ALL YOU CAN TAKE AND YOU CAN'T TAKE IT[SIZE=5] ANY MORE!!!![/SIZE]
So you do something else.
Repeated click after exasperated click, excruciatingly tapping until your hand pumps and pulses with nothing but pure discomfort and battery acid. The clicks begin to hasten along with your pulse, rapidly it goes from clicking to banging until it sounds like a bag of cement being hurled off a sky scraper SLAMMING into the concrete side walk down below. The masses on the street squirm and scream just like your shivering veins, quivering and convulsing from the intense anxiety and constantly over hung anticipation. Your stomach begins to sour from your dealings with this nonsensical puddle of cat sick. Your heart rattling your insides, like a corybantical animal trying desperately to escape it's cage to unleash the explosion of frustration within. Anger over the perpetual platitude rises still, until your blood cells feel like they're moving so fast that they're in a suspended stasis-like animation, your clamoring finger whirrs through the thick air downwards towards the slippery left click that is covered with the sweat of your furious endeavor.
The horrific sounds of your motion only amplified by the undertaken stress, ullulates through your very being feeling like fuzzy waves of none stop suffering.
EVERYTHING BEGINS TO SPIN LIKE A FUCKING TILTAWHIRL AND YOU ASK "WHY?! WHY?! IS THIS?! WHY?!" YOU'VE TAKEN ALL YOU CAN TAKE AND YOU CAN'T TAKE IT[SIZE=5] ANY MORE!!!![/SIZE]
So you do something else.