Dave sent me a link today to a little something he whipped up. The punk.
In order to understand why it’s funny, you’d have to have known me around this time last year. In which I committed the third most classic blunder: mass mailing an incriminating email in which you rate all the recipients’ suitability for a task.
One of the more memorable lines was my statement “Amy: is she even fun to hang out with?” (name changed to protect the innocent) And hence I get that question a lot.
Not only did Dave create the one tombstone, but a tombstone generator. So I crafted my own.
I’m not sure if Diplomacy is dead and never to be spoken of again because of the diplomatic blunder you made, or because of a certain game of Diplomacy we played that must also never be spoken of again (by contract).
It’s by contract!