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Shayper said:
What I'm doing is attempting to do my bit to put a stop to the ridiculous amount of ill will that goes around the forums. It's detrimental to the idea of a community.
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To stop the ill will? You're forwarding on messages which were seemingly deemed not suitable for this very community and were removed. :p
 
Dunks said:
To stop the ill will? You're forwarding on messages which were seemingly deemed not suitable for this very community and were removed. :p
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*** for tat. He is making these forums just a bit worse for people with his attitude, don't you think there's a slight possibility he deserves it?

Besides, it was one of the funnier things I've read this week :)
 
I wouldn't say my thread is borne out of 'ill will' towards any people. I wasn't being personally insulting to anyone - you kindly forwarded on a message that was nothing but an immature, boorish insult. "pretentious, snoby, blah blah". Not even imaginative or particularly incisive... just stock phrases, all hot air. To say you're some white-knight standing up for the "good of the community" is a bit confusing.

This thread is just here because I think we should all be entitled to post our weekly whims of contextless, irrelevant writing. It's a good few paragraphs. It'll probably enrich you in some way to read them.
 
InKursion said:
riverrun, past Eve and Adam’s, from swerve of shore to bend of bay, brings us by a commodius vicus of recirculation back to Howth Castle and Environs.
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Did you know that what you are talking about is limited by your false sense of reality? Maybe if you studied just a little bit harder while in school you wouldn't be blinded by these fallacies that have cast a cloud over your judgment. I once knew a guy like you who had everything he could ever want but in the end it meant nothing, because he never knew his true place in the grand scheme of things. I'm not trying to tell you how to live your life but, honestly buddy I think it's time you stepped down off of your high horse and looked life square in the eyes.
 
I came into this thread, assumed it was Magnolia's thanks to the similar title, wondered why the OP had changed, then wondered why all the following posts had changed, wondered why everything has changed and I don't like it and now I don't know where I am.
 
Skillmister said:
Did you know that what you are talking about is limited by your false sense of reality? Maybe if you studied just a little bit harder while in school you wouldn't be blinded by these fallacies that have cast a cloud over your judgment. I once knew a guy like you who had everything he could ever want but in the end it meant nothing, because he never knew his true place in the grand scheme of things. I'm not trying to tell you how to live your life but, honestly buddy I think it's time you stepped down off of your high horse and looked life square in the eyes.
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A+
 
Once upon a time and a very good time it was there was a moocow coming
down along the road and this moocow that was coming down along the road
met a nicens little boy named baby tuckoo...

His father told him that story: his father looked at him through a
glass: he had a hairy face.

He was baby tuckoo. The moocow came down the road where Betty Byrne
lived: she sold lemon platt.

O, the wild rose blossoms
On the little green place.

He sang that song. That was his song.

O, the green wothe botheth.

When you wet the bed first it is warm then it gets cold. His mother put
on the oilsheet. That had the queer smell.

His mother had a nicer smell than his father. She played on the piano
the sailor's hornpipe for him to dance. He danced:

Tralala lala,
Tralala tralaladdy,
Tralala lala,
Tralala lala.
 
fus said:
Once upon a time and a very good time it was there was a moocow coming
down along the road and this moocow that was coming down along the road
met a nicens little boy named baby tuckoo...

His father told him that story: his father looked at him through a
glass: he had a hairy face.

He was baby tuckoo. The moocow came down the road where Betty Byrne
lived: she sold lemon platt.

O, the wild rose blossoms
On the little green place.

He sang that song. That was his song.

O, the green wothe botheth.

When you wet the bed first it is warm then it gets cold. His mother put
on the oilsheet. That had the queer smell.

His mother had a nicer smell than his father. She played on the piano
the sailor's hornpipe for him to dance. He danced:

Tralala lala,
Tralala tralaladdy,
Tralala lala,
Tralala lala.
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Excellent, excellent, excellent. That's what this thread is all about.

Making it a better place than Magnolia's writing workshop, one post at a time.
 
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