I dunno what that means so here is the post 'sans' spoiler.Daniel said:JavaScript is bad mmkay
Secrets in here:
I am my like count. External validation rules.
So, one day, back in the seventies I was wondering around, lets say wimbledon and I saw a funny but friendly looking creature. "Who are you?" I asked. "The better question is, What am I?" the creature responded.
"Ok I'll play." I added. "What are you?" "Why I am a womble!" he retorted.
"A womble?!" I cried. "Yes, I am a womble." he said slightly irritated.
"So, you are a womble....from wimbledon!!" I said triumphantly!
"That would be a great title for a tv show!!" I quickly added.
"Well, by the sun on your face, that's exactly what we should do! Create a tv show called The wombles of Wimbledon!" the created laughed.
Then I looked into his eyes and he seemed to throw some kind of dust over my eyes. Sometime later I awoke. I never saw him again, but I always wondered....."What ever happened to the womble of Wimbledon?"
edit: jerry.... good on YOU maaaaaaaaaaaaaaate!
edit edit: jatz.... ah crap JUSTICE. I told you all I'd been drinking. amart smarses