Poor Biff. Hot summer days in a land far away, with nothing to do but get corked and idly gamble. Life is hard for dear Biff.

I’m miffed as I left a comment, suitably cutting and sarcastic, on this post. Slowly, I crafted my comment. Editing it over again to include yet another witty, though fairly obvious observation on his ‘plight’.

Satisfied with my work, I moved my cursor to the Submit button… “Oh this is gonna be good… He totally left himself open! You fool!!”

*snicker* *click* *giggle*

WTF? Where is my comment? *F5* What the hell? I spent so much time… So many shots per line, the sarcasm, how can this be?

Gone. My wonderful comment was to be enjoyed by me and me alone. Such a shame. Sheepishly I closed my browser and crawled under the bed to rue what might have been…