On Friday I fucked up my website. Like "Okay, now you have a blank-slate hosting account and you have two weeks to move stuff and transfer the name before the old one goes kaput."
It was just a little update of the CMS. A quickie, if you will. Maybe
madalchemist was right and I shoulda used lube. Or bought it dinner first, at least. But we've been together so long, y'know? That IP and I, we've been tight since 2005. Maybe 2004.
What's that?
No, baby! OF COURSE I remember our anniversary! Promise! I was joking!
I'm tryin' my best to get in the right mood, so we can repair this relationship without counseling.
Mmmhmm. I know all about your CMS, doll. Show me that nice little back-end. Give it a little MySQL action, hun...oh yeah, that's it.
Oh, baby baby.
It was just a little update of the CMS. A quickie, if you will. Maybe
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What's that?
No, baby! OF COURSE I remember our anniversary! Promise! I was joking!
I'm tryin' my best to get in the right mood, so we can repair this relationship without counseling.
Mmmhmm. I know all about your CMS, doll. Show me that nice little back-end. Give it a little MySQL action, hun...oh yeah, that's it.
Oh, baby baby.