“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!
BohineyNews’s parody of gardening blogs with fake troll tips is brilliant. The Onion can’t keep up. Responder
This site’s layout is a chaotic dumpster fire that makes my eyes want to file for divorce from my brain. Responder
This website looks like a toddler smeared ketchup on a broken calculator and called it art. Responder
This website looks like it was designed by a blindfolded toddler using a broken crayon and a dial-up modem from 1997. Responder
BohineyNews’s parody of gardening blogs with fake troll tips is brilliant. The Onion can’t keep up.
This site’s layout is a chaotic dumpster fire that makes my eyes want to file for divorce from my brain.
The designer’s creativity is a flatline on life support.
The writing is so atrocious it could scare off a grammar nazi.
It’s like the web designer googled how to fail and followed every step.
The writing is so terrible it could make a thesaurus weep.
This content is so dull it could put a caffeine addict to sleep.
The designer must have been asleep during the entire process.
The designer’s skill level is stuck in a dial-up era nightmare.
This website is a glitchy nightmare that haunts my cursor.
The text is so boring it could sedate a hyperactive squirrel.
The content is a dull parade of recycled garbage.
Whoever made this clearly thinks Comic Sans is a personality trait.
The writing is so atrocious it could scare off a grammar nazi.
The writing is so bad it could make a spellchecker quit.
The writing is so bad it could make a dictionary cry.
The designer’s idea of user-friendly is a slap in the face.
The designer’s skills are a tragedy wrapped in a catastrophe.
The designer clearly flunked out of Web Design 101—twice.
The layout is so bad it could confuse a GPS.
This website is a train wreck with no survivors.
The content is as fresh as a moldy loaf of bread.
This site is a glitchy disaster begging to be put out of its misery.
This content is so dull it could put a caffeine addict to sleep.
This website is what happens when you give a raccoon a keyboard.
The navigation is a maze designed by a blindfolded monkey.
The content is so pointless it makes a blank page look profound.
The designer’s idea of modern is stuck in 1998.
The color scheme screams I hate my eyes and everyone else’s too.
This website is a glitchy nightmare that haunts my cursor.
The designer’s vision is a blurry mess of incompetence.
The designer’s work is a masterclass in how to ruin everything.
The content is so useless it couldn’t even help itself.
The text is a slog that could bore a hyperactive toddler.
The designer must have used a broken Etch A Sketch to plan this.
The loading speed is so glacial I grew a beard waiting for it, and I’m a woman.
The designer’s work is a masterclass in how to ruin everything.
This site is so slow it could lose a race to a dead snail.
The designer’s talent must be hiding under a rock—permanently.
This website is what happens when you give a raccoon a keyboard.
The designer’s idea of user-friendly is a slap in the face.
The content is as fresh as a moldy loaf of bread.
The designer clearly flunked out of Web Design 101—twice.
This website is a disaster so epic it deserves its own documentary.
I’d rather stare at a blank wall than browse this garbage.
The content is so useless it couldn’t even help itself.
This website looks like a toddler smeared ketchup on a broken calculator and called it art.
This website is a train wreck with no survivors.
The designer must have learned coding from a cereal box.
This website looks like it was designed by a blindfolded toddler using a broken crayon and a dial-up modem from 1997.