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
You sound like the parent from heck!
Think about it, having a guy without a pulse as president...
Good morning, y'all!
Whenever possible, I try to make my problems someone else’s problem.
Whenever possible, Mrs. ArGee tries to make other people’s problems her problem.
I have no idea how she keeps her blood pressure so low.
What electric carts? When you see them, they are full and going in the opposite direction. Otherwise, you don’t see them.
The new flight was already boarding, and due to take off in 25 minutes. By the time I got there, the line was 20 people deep, with the newbies, and the line of the original passengers was at least that long. We couldn’t board until they did.
I didn’t care. I just wanted to get home so I could unwind. I barely had a week between trips, and this one was a very difficult trip for me.
Only one of my five nieces was less than pleased with me, but the reasons are simple and stupid. She is stupidly loyal to her dad. If you want more info on that, you can ask in FReepmail.
The rest of the nieces and all of the nephews were glad I was there, for them. And I was.
It’s the potassium that stops the leg cramps. Orange juice will do it, as will vitamin C. I just took two potassium pills and walked until the cramps dissipated. I took all my daily pills while I was gone, but didn’t always take the Emergen-C, which stops the leg cramps. I know better, so it’s my own fault.
I am NOT on a roll. I am on a chair. I have no rolls in the house. If I did, I would eat some. </ sarc
We’ve had Bill Clinton and Barack Obama.
Two presidents and not one brain between them.
Don’t get me started about Jimmy Carter.
The latest episode in the Great Trash Crisis is that, yes, the city picked up the trash this morning, but they also took away my second trash bin, for which I pay a quarterly fee. Now Bill will have to call them back and explain and get them to bring the second bin back ... successfully, if he wants to do anything on the weekend other than drive his siblings around.
In other news, we took the decorations for Sally’s birthday party over to her friend’s house, and then we went to the library. Raul-our-neighborhood-fixit-guy is here installing a storm door in the kitchen; Tom and I think we found all the pieces that had been scattered in the garage.
The Great Trash Crisis seems more like the Great Trash Caper, starring Bill, the Great Keystone Kop. Film it and play it back at high speed...oh wait...we’re digital now. Never mind.
Does Bill know he’s being put out to dry on FR? Maybe that would help him...
At least you are making it as logically difficult for him as the incident calls for. YAY, TC!
Bill will know if Anoreth tells him. They exchange news on Facebook.
It looks like we DON’T have all the door pieces, and now I’m getting DP’s voicemail. Boatload of UNNNGH.
Yah...I got some of that, too. But I “UNNNGHed” in FReepmail.
I’m going to Walmart soon and get some yogurt and chamomile tea. My stomach hurts.
<double-blink> That's a mighty strange sounding tea flavor. Is it any good?
OK, OK...I’ll let the Grammar Police in, just this once.
I will drink chamomile tea and eat some yogurt. How’s that? Better? Thanks!
LOL!
Two presidents and not one brain between them.
Paging Dr. Twobrains...
Aw, where's the fun in that?<kicks ground>
If you decide that you want to be on a roll, I will defend to the death your right to be on it instead of eating it, although that would be decidedly odd which is not altogether a novel concept with reference to this particular thread. (My 500-word essays were exactly 500 words, needless to say.)
P.S. I thought I was the only one with a garage like that.
To confuse matters, I used to get leg cramps at night, and I read somewhere that they’re from low calcium.
I added a calcium citrate dose to my vitamins, and the cramps went away, but as I kept taking it, the cramps returned.
Turns out I have to be very careful with the dose, too much and too little both cause the cramps.
Take the m and s out of cramps. [place result here]!!
But perhaps I shouldn’t have spoken, since I react weirdly to prescription drugs and vitamins.
Probably because I’m a mutant alien from another planet, and my mother just never told me.
It just became obvious after the tenth or twelfth doctor looked at my ailment and said, and I quote,
“I’ve never seen that before!” or in response to my reaction to whatever drug he or she gave me, “It doesn’t DO that!”
BTW, did you actually plant clover? The kind with the spiky pinkish-white heads or the cute little yellow flowers? We have wild strawberries growing on the north side of the house, and I’ve been thinking of transplanting them to the east side because the leaves are green and pretty all year round and the little flowers and strawberries are pretty, too. Gotta saturate self with Off!
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