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
My browser just burped.
That’s odd.
Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhh!!!!!!!
About midnight, Tom and I reached the airport to pick up Monkey Face. We’d have been there sooner, but Tom required a bathroom stop, so we went to the all-night Bi-Lo and I got some chocolate and stuff while he used the facilities. Things are weird at Bi-Lo at midnight.
The advantage of the hour was there was no traffic, so we made it to bed by about 1:30, after giving ‘Face a Restorative. We old ladies were up before 7:00, but Tom didn’t make it until 10:30. He’ll have to mow the lawn today.
We’ve been to Walmart, and after lunch and putting Kathleen to bed, we’ll go get our nails done.
There is no escape.
[But there are fire exits there, there, there, and over there. Please observe all safety rules to avoid falling into the giant vat of who-knows-what-it-is-but-it-moves-by-itself.]
Thanks, Cyber! I’m glad to be here. Not much in the way of liquor, as time was so short, but I could have used another drink, for sure. :o]
Thanks, NtI. Life is good!
Look out. It's a trap. It's really a gene pool.
I would have tried that, but my left shoulder is still not in great shape, so I took a plane! ;o]
(If I know you, you’ll probably kick me to death.)
I will add you to my ping list as well, 47. Welcome to the Undead Thread
Oh, no. I'm not falling for those fire exits again. That's a trap.
What is he, a mule?
I just flew in from NYC last night, and boy are my arms tired!
Thank you, thank you...I’ll be here all week. Please don’t forget to tip the waitresses....
Not if they're carrying my drinks, you don't. I hate it when someone tips the waitress and my beer gets spilled all over the floor.
No. An old comic strip (still intact?) by Hart. A character watched as some clams eyed him, and when they thought they couldn’t see him, they sprouted legs and walked away.
He yells, “CLAMS GOT LEGS!” One clam turned to the other and said, “Now you done it. What will we do when the other clams find out?”
First calm. “If I know them, they’ll kick me to death.”
Got off my last plane in 1973 and swore I'd never get on another — nor have I.
If I can't take a boat or motor vehicle there then I don't go there. Of course I stay off of Carnival lines as a rule.
(Sorry...I had a ukulele in my left ear and my concentration went out the window. Signing off for now.)
I thought it was only a trap if there was an attractive model standing there waving the panicked mob towards the door?
Immediately afterwards the twangy sounds of a ukelele being kablonged over someones head were heard, followed by restful peace and quiet.
At least, that’s how it would go in a slapstick comedy in the vein of Tom and Jerry.
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