What Happened When The Mods Pulled My Post?

About a quart of Gin ^ | April 9 2013 | A Demented Mind

[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

[Monkey Face]

{{{HUGS}}} are always good!

So be good to you!

XOXO

[no-to-illegals]

So be good to you!

Will try kind lady. You too be good to you.

[Tax-chick]

[Monkey Face]

Oh-ho! THAT is a keeper! LOL!

[no-to-illegals]

yes mam!

[null and void]

Loaded the coffee pot but didn’t start it. It’s going to be one of those days.

[no-to-illegals]

nully ... you make me feel right at home with what I do. Thank You.

[no-to-illegals]

Morning everyone. My apology, I forgot. nully, I plead guilty for forgetting.

[Silentgypsy]

Did you ever wonder what's on their minds when they do stuff like that?

Good morning! How's the visit going?

[Silentgypsy]

When I do that, Mr. Sg says, “Thank you for almost making the coffee.” That is the reason we ascribe to the biblical instruction, “He brews.” (Running and ducking.)

[null and void]

Ah, fuhgeddaboudit...

[no-to-illegals]

Since T-c hit me first thing this morning, I know you are correct. I do forget what am supposed to forget.

[Silentgypsy]

However, I would advise, don't pester. That's got to be annoying.

See, that's where the conflict comes in. In some places, you read that you're supposed to pray and not hesitate to ask. My prayers usually involved "Thank You's." Now I'm asking for all kinds of help (for America, for individuals, etc.) It's difficult to figure out what you're really supposed to be doing. What impresses me is the power of prayer, especially in groups. See what I mean? What's your slant on it?

[Silentgypsy]

OK, we’re on the same page. It seems that when you add a bunch of humans to the mix with their agendae, the message gets mucked up.

[Silentgypsy]

Too much seriosity this AM. Off to do chores, adjust attitude, and achieve small things. SYL!

[Silentgypsy]

Thank you!

[no-to-illegals]

I has overtaken my keyboard. I is guilty.

[NicknamedBob]

"Too much seriosity this AM. Off to do chores, adjust attitude, and achieve small things. SYL!"

In His Image

Our god is not a dolphin,
Who listens for a call,
Of vocal tears, and patient years,
And distant voices all,
Our god is not a dweller,
In oceans far from lands,
To make us in His image,
He had to give us hands.

Our god is not an eagle,
In tumbled vaults He soars,
Who hears our laments drifting up,
Like lowing herbivores,
Who travels in a lonely state,
And views all He commands,
To make us in His image,
He had to give us hands.

Our god is not a crocodile,
Who knows He will be fed,
Who patiently appoints Himself,
Along the river bed,
Not He a god that slithers,
And awkwardly, He stands,
To make us in His image,
He had to give us hands.

Our god is not an alien,
In silent ship above,
A being without linking,
Or likingness, or love,
Our god is not a bearded one,
Who dwells in far-off lands,
To make us in His image,
He had to give us hands.

NicknamedBob . . . . May 11, 2013

[no-to-illegals]

Thanks Bob. Top of the Line poem.

[Monkey Face]

Excellent!