Shitty Dual
schroedinger's fat
Thanks to shifts and ripples in the TK space-time continuum (specifically, the quantum tinkering with the membranes that control the archiving/moving/deleting of posts,) the magic number postcount with which I achieved the infinite has been negated by twenty points, shunting me back from the land of the paradead (11th level) and forcing me to post that number minus this one in order to claw my way back to the foamy subatomic effluvia in which I was wallowing so blissfully.
So what should I do with the 19 posts I have left before I once again depart this coiled coprolite?
So what should I do with the 19 posts I have left before I once again depart this coiled coprolite?