Alas, poor iTools! I knew this service, Heart: a service of infinite jest, of most excellent fancy: it hath borne me on its iDisk a thousand times; and now, how abhorred in my imagination it is! My gorge rims at it. Here hung those URLs that I have surfed I know not how oft. Where be your iMovies now? Your homepages? Your songs? Your Flash cartoons of merriment, that were wont to set the table on a roar? Not one now, to mock your own grinning? Quite chap-fallen?
Now get you to ehMac, and tell them, let them post an inch thick, to this favour they must come; make them laugh at that. Prithee, Heart, tell me one thing.
Can I use your .Mac password?
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-SJ
Now get you to ehMac, and tell them, let them post an inch thick, to this favour they must come; make them laugh at that. Prithee, Heart, tell me one thing.
Can I use your .Mac password?
-SJ
