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Dear Papa

10-12-2010 at 03:57:45 AM

Dear Papa

I recently encountered a problem while visiting the O.P. Chatroom. As many of you know, I'm one for deep discussion.The other day I was partaking in a philosophical debate. When I found myself in dire need of a grilled cheese emoticon. I was always under the impression that the grilled cheese emoticon was the 8th one in on the bottom row.

As it turns out I've been wrong all these years. Papa, I've been using the cornbread emoticon this whole time! Can you imagine? I go to bust out the o'l G.C. and all everyone sees is cornbread. I've never been so embarrassed and can't help but feel such blunders may have burned my credibility within the community. But that's another story.

Now listen, I know you guys are busy. And under normal circumstances I'd claim responsibility for having assumed and just let it be. But we still have two problems here. One....that cornbread looks like a grilled cheese and two...there still isn't a grilled cheese emoticon!







Last edited by Hiporlacking 10-12-2010 at 04:34:29 AM

A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness. It finds the thought and the thought finds the words.

Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.