I realise things seem very empty here.
It would seem so apropos to say that the website has been shut down.
So, we'll change the story.
One day, Website was walking through the wood. She marvelled at all the creatures of the wood and gazed in awe at the beauty of the running river, which sparkled with every tickle and colour of sunset.
Suddenly, she heard a noise behind her. Furtive feet moved with a frightening confidence toward her, and as she spun around, Charles Manson and his minions of female warriors had come upon her.
"Holy pigshit!" she shouted, her heart fluttering with fear, her skin clamming with a bitter cold sweat.
Her fears were laid to rest as the minions approached with tire irons and bludgeoned her to death.
Au revoir, mes amis, c'a été un plaisir, mais j'ai parlé pour trop long. Je suis fini.
angel