How wide is this web?

[Little Miss Blinky]

3sheets ...awwwww

If I was single u might do lol lol lol

Bye Bye Hun

MissBlinky :dance:

[3 Sheets To The Wind]

3sheets ...awwwww

If I was single u might do lol lol lol

Bye Bye Hun

MissBlinky :dance:

I might only do?!

Oh I hope future gf's are more grateful than that

[lateralus]

Oh hush, you'll do fine.

[Little Miss Blinky]

sorry lol lol

ok u will defiantely be Misses H
next choice ok promise bless

Bye Bye

MissBlinky :dance:

[beachguy in thongs]

Three Shits, I never knew... oh, sorry, 3 Sheets, I never knew you lived in California... :what:

[3 Sheets To The Wind]

Three Shits, I never knew... oh, sorry, 3 Sheets, I never knew you lived in California... :what:

As I said, we all live in the same street, this WWW isn't as big as we all thought

[lateralus]

She's chosen her suitor without a second thought! It is now your responsibility to dump her.

[Oneironaut]

It's not that wide. Look at the attached picture. That little dot is Earth from the viewpoint of Voyager 1, at a distance of 3.7 billion miles. Carl Sagan explains:

Because of the reflection of sunlight off the spacecraft, the Earth seems to be sitting in a beam of light, as if there were some special significance to this small world. But it's just an accident of geometry and optics. The Sun emits its radiation equitably in all directions. Had the picture been taken a little earlier or a little later, there would have been no sunbeam highlighting the Earth.

...

Look again at that dot. That's here. That's home. That's us. On it everyone you love, everyone you know, everyone you ever heard of, every human being who ever was, lived out their lives. The aggregate of our joy and suffering, thousands of confident religions, ideologies, and economic doctrines, every hunter and forager, every hero and coward, every creator and destroyer of civilization, every king and peasant, every young couple in love, every mother and father, hopeful child, inventor and explorer, every teacher of morals, every corrupt politician, every "superstar," every "supreme leader," every saint and sinner in the history of our species lived there—on a mote of dust suspended in a sunbeam.

The Earth is a very small stage in a vast cosmic arena. Think of the rivers of blood spilled by all those generals and emperors so that, in glory and triumph, they could become the momentary masters of a fraction of a dot. Think of the endless cruelties visited by the inhabitants of one corner of this pixel on the scarcely distinguishable inhabitants of some other corner, how frequent their misunderstandings, how eager they are to kill one another, how fervent their hatreds.

Our posturings, our imagined self-importance, the delusion that we have some privileged position in the Universe, are challenged by this point of pale light. Our planet is a lonely speck in the great enveloping cosmic dark. In our obscurity, in all this vastness, there is no hint that help will come from elsewhere to save us from ourselves.

[3 Sheets To The Wind]

Well it's still pretty fuckin' big!

(That's what all the women say too) hehe.

[lateralus]

Okay, we'll settle for relatively wide.