Invent your own fire, leeches.
Hey Prometheus, how about you mind your own fucking business?
Though also, hey gods, secure your shit. Jehova and Olympus: leaves their key treasures on the porch and goes to the bar to get smashed. "How it get stolen? Idgi." Nobody comes out of this episode looking good.
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New failcomment system also fails to publish my comments, it's not limited to yours. Keep trying, it will usually work, eventually.
Blogger deliberately trying to kill itself, I expect.
Captchas should be off. If it gives you one anyway, it's against my explicit instructions.