Posted on 04/09/2013 5:27:53 PM PDT by Darksheare
I just spent alot of time posting!
I see that, looks like you hit a small bump.
Pictured: Small Bump
What happened?
Well, someone set up us the bomb?
I'm serious!
Oh, well.. looks like your post got pulled.
Augh! I spent alot of effort on that! How did it happen?!
Couldn't be because you were doing it wrong?
What the, how'd you get that video of m-- uh.. I don't even wear that!
Right Skippy. *cough* Well, since you asked, here's how posts get removed.
First, if it is against TOS it gets seen.
Then it gets marked.
Okay, I have that much.
Then the mods gather:
Pictured, mods gathering.
I don't think that's how it looks, I..
Look, do you want an answer or not?
...Yes?
Right, carrying on.
Then they back their vehicle up to your post.
Whoah! What the heck is that thing?!
It's a machine, that eats other machines.
With this:
I don't see what this has to do with my post vanishing, can you tell me wha-
Watch it question boy! I have a flamethrower!
You want to vanish like your dog did?
What the?! No, not Roozer too!
To be fair, your dog WAS drunk.
What?! Who would even... please don't point that flamethrower at me.
Right, and after they saw your post off the entire forum, they set it on fire.
Wait.. that man. His face, and fire! Oh GOD WHY?!
Oh, HIS post was all about his face, so the mods set it on fire.
After that, they used the ashes to open a gate between our world and theirs, like this:
BLECH! That's horrible!
And those tentacles! GAAAH!
If you think that's bad, you should see what happens when the mods get their hands on a bad thread.
Pictured: Mod hands
Oh look, here comes a mod now.
Looks like they want to ask you about that thread you just posted.
Gaaah! Tell them I'm indisposed!
Pictured: Moderator, dunno which one.
Tell them yourself, they're right behind you.
Wait, don't run away!
We haven't gotten to what happens when they edit your thread title!
This concludes our sordid fictional tale.
If you liked that, we have plenty more in the book "Oh the horrible things you'll summon!" rumored to be written by IamnotaMod
Good morning!
Ungh. I woke up and realized I’m still here.
I’m having some symptoms that don’t bode well for my trip, but there isn’t much that can be done. Wish me luck!
;o]
Excuse me, but I have noticed a significant lack of diversity in the three habitats. We have formed a diversity council to reorganize the living arrangements until they are totally unlivable and diversity reigns.
No thanks necessary. Your taxes are thanks enough.
Yes, SIR!!!
Uh, I wasn't actually going anywhere, but why do you want me back ASAP, SIR!!!
Oh, we have much better than luck to offer.
If you'd like, I'll add that good looking man across the aisle to my prayer list.
LOL!
I just got a text, and I will be leaving for the airport an hour earlier than I planned, so I guess I’ll be stitting and twiddling my thumbs for three hours instead of two. *sigh*
Luck wished! Drink your tea.
I Think I’m taking some tea along for the ride.
But I’ll make it. I think it’s about two hours to SLC. And I didn’t sleep well at all last night.
But then it will another two hours by car to Pocatllo. One of my nieces will pick me up along with a niece from Phoenix, and we will all be smushed together for the ride.
But it will be good. Sunday, I’m riding back with a nephew and his wife to SLC, and will stay there through Tuesday morning. It will be a nice visit, I think.
Maybe you can sleep in the car.
Had a cat that would go “Na-na-na-Mau!”
That meant he was coming up the stairs.
It was almost as if he were counting the steps.
Mimi, my bobcat domestic mix whom i miss terriobly, had several vocalisations that were rather odd.
One was this ‘WUGGA-wugga-wugga-wugga-wugga-GRAAH!’ noise that obviously meant she was displeased.
She usually made that noise at snakes or the sink.
In the litter box, she’d bug her eyes out with whiskers and ears back while literally digging a huge hole in the litter pan.
All while grunting a weird snort/huff noise.
If you asked her if she’d made it to China yet, she’d look at you and snort disdainfully at you.
Perfectly clean fresh litter, and she’s throwing most of it out of the pan on her archeological dig.
Covered litter pans weren’t ahelp either.
She’d check out where the door was and out would come a jet of litter along with her “I’m digging” sounds.
They’re so comical! Once, we gave Squeak the end of a carrot. She cantered over to it, sniffed it, and began to interrogate it for about 3 seconds with all sorts of different-sounding vocalizations. You have a better handle on interpretation than I do.
Last night, Fluffy started singing really loud in that warbling Vietnamese accent. I hissed, “Fluffy, cool your jets!” and he sang softly for the rest of the night. It didn’t prevent him from knocking the table fan over, though.
They’re so comical! Once, we gave Squeak the end of a carrot. She cantered over to it, sniffed it, and began to interrogate it for about 3 seconds with all sorts of different-sounding vocalizations. You have a better handle on interpretation than I do.
Last night, Fluffy started singing really loud in that warbling Vietnamese accent. I hissed, “Fluffy, cool your jets!” and he sang softly for the rest of the night. It didn’t prevent him from knocking the table fan over, though.
Ack! Hiccup.
Mimi was an odd bird.
She’d climb my leg after ham, turkey, provilone, roast beef, etc.
All while letting out this mournful howl as if she were starving.
As far as interpreting what any of it meant, well.
I dunno.
Sometimes it was obvious, like when she was doing her death noises at the snake.
Other times it was a mystery.
Like when I blew my nose and she began growling at the entire room -every time I blew my nose.
Hey, Good Morning! Where you been?
You nailed that one! Good morning! How exciting that the grils are going to Europe w/Grandma! What countries will they visit?
I purposely arrived at airports a couple of hours early so that I could prop my feet up on my carry-on and read and goof off. (Starved for leisure time, then.) It was fun to wander around the gift shops at different airports. I had wonderful BBQ at an airport in one of the Carolinas.
We don’t use a can opener, but Ash and Jake used to appear from nowhere any time they heard us cutting up anything. So disappointed if it was just vegetables ...
Mom says they will go to England for the first effort, and if it proves a success, then they’ll try continental Europe next year. She’s been just about everywhere, but hasn’t tourized England recently.
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