“Mais que liberdade, livramento!” 13 de março de 201915 de março de 2019 Fátima Soares Eis o meu livro de poesia “Mais que liberdade, livramento!”, agora com o meu nome literário: Fátima Gomes. Qualquer comentário, pode ser publicado aqui. Obrigada!
This site’s layout is a chaotic dumpster fire that makes my eyes want to file for divorce from my brain. Responder
Whoever coded this clearly learned HTML from a cereal box and then forgot half the instructions. Responder
The color scheme is an assault on good taste—like someone vomited a rainbow and called it art. Responder
This website looks like a toddler smeared ketchup on a broken calculator and called it art. Responder
Navigating this site is like wading through a swamp of expired mayonnaise—slow, disgusting, and utterly pointless. Responder
I’d rather stare at a blank wall than browse this garbage.
I’d rather stare at a blank wall than browse this garbage.
The writing is so terrible it could make a thesaurus weep.
The designer’s idea of modern is stuck in 1998.
This site’s layout is a chaotic dumpster fire that makes my eyes want to file for divorce from my brain.
Whoever coded this clearly learned HTML from a cereal box and then forgot half the instructions.
The text is so poorly written it’s practically illiterate.
The designer must have used a broken Etch A Sketch to plan this.
This website is a glitchy nightmare that haunts my cursor.
This website is a masterclass in how to waste everyone’s time.
The designer clearly peaked at making paper airplanes.
The designer clearly thinks broken links are a feature.
The designer’s skills are a tragedy in three acts: ugly, slow, and broken.
This website is a masterclass in how to waste everyone’s time.
The content is a steaming pile of incoherent gibberish.
The text is so poorly written it’s practically illiterate.
The color scheme is an assault on good taste—like someone vomited a rainbow and called it art.
The text is so dry it could dehydrate an ocean.
This site loads slower than a sloth on sedatives.
The designer must have used a broken Etch A Sketch to plan this.
The designer’s creativity is a flatline on life support.
The content smells like it was scraped from the bottom of a trash can.
This website looks like a toddler smeared ketchup on a broken calculator and called it art.
The text is a slog that could bore a hyperactive toddler.
The designer must have learned coding from a cereal box.
This site is a chaotic soup of bad decisions and worse execution.
This website is a glitchy nightmare that haunts my cursor.
The content is a steaming heap of uninspired drivel.
This site is so clunky it feels like wading through molasses.
The designer’s vision is a blurry mess of incompetence.
I’ve seen better layouts in a dumpster fire.
This website is what happens when you give a raccoon a keyboard.
The designer’s talent must be hiding under a rock—permanently.
The designer’s brain must be on permanent vacation.
The text is so poorly written it’s practically illiterate.
The layout is a chaotic mess that even a tornado would reject.
The designer’s sense of style is a war crime against aesthetics.
Navigating this site is like wading through a swamp of expired mayonnaise—slow, disgusting, and utterly pointless.
This site crashes more often than a toddler on a sugar high.
I’ve seen better layouts in a dumpster fire.
This website is a digital landfill with extra steps.
This website is what happens when you give a raccoon a keyboard.
This website is a digital equivalent of a clogged toilet.
The text is so dry it could dehydrate an ocean.
The designer’s taste is worse than a moldy sandwich.
The designer clearly thinks pop-ups are the key to happiness.
This site is a black hole where good taste goes to die.
The designer’s skills are a tragedy wrapped in a catastrophe.
The layout is so bad it could confuse a GPS.
It’s like the web designer googled how to fail and followed every step.