Infractions

[JLC]

Oh no worries folks...I didn't think that particular remark was intended to insult anyone. But anyone posting a string of random censored words would be infracted, regardless of the reason for posting them.

My point about the insult was to say that IF someone uses some obscure foreign phrase that wouldn't normally translate into something offensive in English, but was intended to be an insult to someone else who understood it....that, we would do something about as well, if we're made aware of it.

[disabled.101]

Actually, that part up at the top there, that's what you call a fragmentary sentence which ain't really proper grammeritically speaking.

heh

Hehe fair enough but I can use the amazing excuse that English is my second language.
But I admit defeat before the all knowing wilomn

[hoax]

Welcome to the club, that is how I got my first infraction as well.

That is how I got my first one....

The second was a drug reference for humor.... drugs aint funny...

What is this QT you speak of?

Yes, what is such a thing?

You don't want no part of this!!!! It turns you into a troll... and makes you argumentative!

It is a nasty nasty place only the most gratuitous of posters...

If you got skin like a wildebeest you should be ok!

Mike

[Melicious]

That is how I got my first one....

The second was a drug reference for humor.... drugs aint funny...





You don't want no part of this!!!! It turns you into a troll... and makes you argumentative!

It is a nasty nasty place only the most gratuitous of posters...

If you got skin like a wildebeest you should be ok!

Mike

Mike...you're scaring them away from all the great discussions. If they can't hack it, they can't. Of course, we shouldn't turn them off before they play first, though.

Hn.

[anatess]

Mike...you're scaring them away from all the great discussions. If they can't hack it, they can't. Of course, we shouldn't turn them off before they play first, though.

Hn.

I agree with Mike. I'm still missing some tufts of hair and patches of skin from my last foray into the danger zone. At least I still got all my fingers...

[Melicious]

I agree with Mike. I'm still missing some tufts of hair and patches of skin from my last foray into the danger zone. At least I still got all my fingers...

-Grins and picks tufts of hair out of her hair and hands them back.- I think these belong to you.

I have to cool down from time-to-time. That's my big thing. The boyfriend claims I breathe fire when I'm on some of those threads.

[Slim]

It is a nasty nasty place only the most gratuitous of posters...

Preach it, Brother!! Tell em' bout that good book!!!

[Melicious]

Maybe I have a slight sadistic streak? Hn.

[wilomn]

You guys talking about that playground thingy they have here for members to yell their opinions from?

Heh. That ain't nuthin.

Why I remember back in the long ago, when not everyone had laptop, there was this place on the web that was not like any other place that any of us there knew of. Oh sure, there were some as tried, but in the end they all faded away.....

We, those of us who lived there, we called it The Wild West and it was surely that. You came loaded for bear and prayed you didn't wake him up. You could be ripped to shreds or venerated and honoured in less time than it would take to say it.

Some called it the BOI or Board of Inquiry, but they weren't makers, originators, they weren't the gunmen who went head to head or head to gang if that was warranted, so they didn't know how wrong they were.

It was a land where thief was challenged by honesty and battle was had with no quarter asked, nor given.

Many and many a reputation was made and many more torn down for the falsehoods they truly were.

Ahhhh, that, then, there, THAT was a battle ground.

Time has moved on and the great fighters of long ago have mostly moved on. Some died, some banned, some refusing to be hindered some just not likely the company presently kept by the king over there and so to has the battle ground moved on, aged, no longer the resilient tournament fields of yore with grasses green and fresh and belly high to the horses carrying the paladins to battle. No more the brightly coloured tents, the pavilions of watchers, lurkers to some, who came to see battle done by those who battled best, beasts beaten over and again, fast friends back to back against overwhelming numbers, verbs flying adjectives delivering cuts with near surgical skill, wounding severely but not yet, not quite yet, killing outright.

Gone, all gone. Just a memory for those who knew, who were lucky enough to have been there and seen it first hand....gone.

Sigh....

Yeah, the QT is rough and tumble for THIS site, but let's not preen ourselves too selfrightously, shall we?

[DutchHerp]

You guys talking about that playground thingy they have here for members to yell their opinions from?

Heh. That ain't nuthin.

Why I remember back in the long ago, when not everyone had laptop, there was this place on the web that was not like any other place that any of us there knew of. Oh sure, there were some as tried, but in the end they all faded away.....

We, those of us who lived there, we called it The Wild West and it was surely that. You came loaded for bear and prayed you didn't wake him up. You could be ripped to shreds or venerated and honoured in less time than it would take to say it.

Some called it the BOI or Board of Inquiry, but they weren't makers, originators, they weren't the gunmen who went head to head or head to gang if that was warranted, so they didn't know how wrong they were.

It was a land where thief was challenged by honesty and battle was had with no quarter asked, nor given.

Many and many a reputation was made and many more torn down for the falsehoods they truly were.

Ahhhh, that, then, there, THAT was a battle ground.

Time has moved on and the great fighters of long ago have mostly moved on. Some died, some banned, some refusing to be hindered some just not likely the company presently kept by the king over there and so to has the battle ground moved on, aged, no longer the resilient tournament fields of yore with grasses green and fresh and belly high to the horses carrying the paladins to battle. No more the brightly coloured tents, the pavilions of watchers, lurkers to some, who came to see battle done by those who battled best, beasts beaten over and again, fast friends back to back against overwhelming numbers, verbs flying adjectives delivering cuts with near surgical skill, wounding severely but not yet, not quite yet, killing outright.

Gone, all gone. Just a memory for those who knew, who were lucky enough to have been there and seen it first hand....gone.

Sigh....

Yeah, the QT is rough and tumble for THIS site, but let's not preen ourselves too selfrightously, shall we?