I remember when I signed up for SO and was immediately put off by the fact you couldn't post a conversation asking for help until you had helped others out AND gotten enough positive points.
I still did it, but damn their moderation system is ass.
They ended up meeting for dinner at Chipotle. Later, they had a few beers his place, got high and shared a mutual Dutch oven under his Grandmother's quilt. The rest is history.
This was from the late 1990's btw. I got it over ICQ around 1999.
My mind is ruined of these thanks to my grandmother who, in her final years once proclaimed 'I can't eat figs, they feel like Delbert's testicles in my mouth'.
Thing is, Delbert was... my grandfather's brother.
and fuck substack.