[translated from the original, in catalan]

A few days ago I found a page that was a completely waste of time: a silly flash animation that would change when refreshing. Seems that, just like me, many people got to procrastinate with the dumb site. As an ‘extreme’ challenge, I thought I could use the trivial contents to tell a story (brief one, since so many links can make it annoying). The result is as follows, and I invite bloggers to take the challenge (be it through that site, Google images or whatever) and the readers to… well, to waste some more time…

I was feeling quite [O], about four months ago I ended a relationship of more than thirteen years… actually, it was more like the relationship ended with me, through [O]. I met Mary, my [O], at school. We experienced the sexual wakening together and we stayd a couple since those times of [O]. You get so used to something that ends up being part of you and, when you lose, has to be very similar feeling to someone losing a limb: it’s not there, but you still feel it. I was like [O].

When John [O], we repeated the charade of the few last weekends: “C’mon man, you have to go [O] a bit. You can’t stay like that for the rest of your life, be [O]!”.
Of course I understood him, and it’s not that he was an eternal bachelor needing a wingman, which was true, but he simply wanted to take me out of the well I [O]. But I just wanted [O], anesthetized from existence until [O], and wasn’t ready for [O].
Just to make him stop, I joined him. Well, that’s actually what I told him, but something in me was secretly asking for [O].
We met at the all-time bar, our gang’s… even if that team had almost disolved already through age and compromises. I was on the low side, but that’s what John was there for, the tireless [O]. We had a few mixes and some [O]. By the time we left the pub I had already forgotten who I was, I was filled up with John’s energy, and horny with his [O] stories.
The events following were a bit [O] and I wouldn’t remember anything the day after. I [O] until the evening. What was my [O] when I woke up, actually, when I came back from the loo, and realized the excessive volume of the bed sheet: Mary, fast asleep… Oh my [O]