The 10,000th person didn't send me nothin'!
But I do know this much:
At the time (12:43pm) of the click, the person -- let's just assume it was a girl -- was in Phoenix, AZ. She had a pair of eyes. And ears. And a mouth. She spoke English and enjoyed hearing music. She was taller than Peter Dinklage, but shorter than Yao Ming. Heavier than one of the Olsens, but lighter than my dad's tractor. Her clothes were made entirely of fabrics. And her hair had been washed sometime in the last year. And -- I'm going to go on a wild guess here, to see the vision all the way through -- she was wearing her underwear underneath her clothes, not the other way around. Outside, the sun was shining and it was quite hot. But it was a dry heat.
In Arizona, it's always a dry heat.
The #7 Google image result for the word "disappointment" and a scary fucking picture. What the hell's going on here?