Running out of Internetz

It's dat feel [yeah, I know Internetters' sp33k, cz I coo like that] after you've spent 55 out of the last 72 hours wallowing in your own filth, eating nothing but cereal, hula hoops and cold pizza, peeing and pooing very little and sleeping less; addicted to one flash game after another and in between, checking facebook, reddit and various image boards for some funny fucking shit... to repost on facebook so your 'friends' will 'like' you (they think you're such a fuckin' twat btw) where you finally admit that out of the fifty tabs that are open (and you flick through every one to double check, and close NONE) that there kind of isn't a whole heck of a lot of stuff left to 'do' on the Internet for the moment and maybe you could consider a proper sleep, possibly even a shower or fuck forbid going outside for some reason?!

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