Online Forum Regular Pillows

"Do you ever go into a forum and then forget why you went in there?"

No, you idiots, they don't include a "comments" section.

'Thanks to the internet it is now possible to be extremely well-informed and completely wrong at the same time!'

Hello, my name is riskyy@ronny5 and I am addicted to comments boards.

'You can't win - a little knowledge is a dangerous thing, but ignorance is no excuse!'

"Sorry, I don't have an opinion - just in case I get vilified on social media. . ."

21st Century Malaise-Attention-Seeking-Disorder

"Still no offers - sometimes I think I'm the only one using this site."

Too many people post comments in the heat of anger. They strike while the ire is hot!

'You're away, Doc!'

"I can tell you about this article or you can just read the comments online."

At the modern antenatal class.

"Keep an eye on Old Bound Volume of Harpers. He's on the make."

"How's your lowrider blog going?"

"Some prop-forward he's turned out to be."

'No, I'm not a connoisseur, but I do have a website.'

'There's a NAGGING blog?'

'Don't internalise that simmering rage -- get it out of your system on website comments sections.'

I don't like the look of that fish! Can I help it if it had ugly parents?

"I haven't seen you in church lately, Mr. Smedly..."

Privacy Forum

"The hive mind has reached a consensus about 'Wolverine'."

World Economic Forum in Davos 2020

"If God had meant for man to interact rationally He wouldn't have given them internet forums."

"You never told me what you thought of 'Wolverine.'" "I was waiting." "For what?" "For the consensus." "My own immediate reaction to any piece of entertainment could be biased. I need to read tweets and posts before I settle on a verdict." "If my view differs too much from the hive mind, it's not valid."

"Bile exits the gallbladder, passes through the cystic duct, gets released into the intestines, and, ultimately, winds up on the Internet."

"They're passing a plate? Great, I'm starved!"

"I spent my whole life on the Internet."

"We met on-line and I promised to sweep you off your feet and take you far away."

'Steward, this fellow hasn't spoken for a week. Be a good chap and feel his pulse will you?'

'I'm going to Internets Anonymous...we meet in a Yahoo chatroom!'

"Steve and Sue, clean up after your mutt or else!"

Noises from armpits.

"They were my friends until I raised a controversial issue on social media."

'Hell's freezing over. The only thing I can figure is that Mr. Crenshaw gave up Sunday golf to go to church.'