Why the hell wasn't I banned?

Probably Goat.

Donut, Nougat, Feta, Tripe, and Tongue.

There’s actually a bitter war between the folks that make it that way, and those who insist that it’s supposed to be Tongue and Tripe. They say it makes all the difference.

What’s the point? He’ll just eat them. Besides, I thought Giraffes liked carrots…least the ones at the faire I went to last year did. Gobbled them right up.

So is anyone going to explain PALATR to ignorant little me?

I the poll still active? If so, put in my vote for clueless fucking idiot.

Seriously, dude, they didn’t do it because they have better things to do than play a stupid game with you. They have family, interests and careers outside of this board.

Point and Laugh at the Retard.

“Germane” is a mighty big word for a someone who made such an idiotic request.

I smell troll. Troll and sock. And not the newly laundered springtime fresh smell of sock, either.

Words of wisdom to the OP: Get. over. yourself.

If what you’re saying is true they need to be replaced immediatly. How can we trust them to moderate the boards if they’re off galavanting around?

I nominate badchad and Cryptoderk as founding members of the new moderating team!

Mmmmm… a footrub with mayo…

Oh ok. Thanks!

And now I get the lion joke, too.

On the plus side though, it helps to prevent rust.

Now where did I put the Excedrin?

He averages one post every eight and a half days but he’d still notice being banned for two hours? I say let’s ban him as soon as he pays his dues for the next year. :wink:

Ooh, you’re a naughty, naughty boy. And this thread is exceedingly weird. It’s like Wildest Bill weird, without the unintentional humour.

Can I get a back rub instead of a foot rub? I am a Charter Member, after all.

Who wants mayo rubbed on their feet?

No, on second thoughts, don’t answer that.

And while we are putting in requests, I’ll have a footrub, without mayo or sammich, please.

Dear Mods:

Kindly change Cryptoderk’s status designator from “Member” to “Too stupid to be banned.”

Thank you.

Now guys, I think he has a point. After all, as paid members we should expect the highest level of service from our moderators. After all, that is a really NICE coffee mug they are working for.

If they don’t have time to do this, perhaps the answer is to create more moderators - I have a great idea, why not make EVERYONE a moderator - well, I guess they’d have to be admins, right? only admins can ban - and then we can make the board run really smoothly. None of this “I don’t have time to fulfill your piddling little ban request” - we’d be abe to self ban! We’d probably even be able to randomly put in board upgrades - want avatars, just stick em in. Don’t want avatars, take them out. Anarchy at its best…

Just as a note:

If you’re a Charter Member, we wash our hands after we massage your feet, but before making your sammich. You’re welcome.

Wait! Wait! Don’t use posts per day as a criterion! I make WAY fewer than 8.5 posts per day and I’d really really really hate to be banned. <Eeyore voice>No one would notice, really…<end>

Here in the mid-west USA, a DNFTT sandwich is Date-Nut Falafel with Tomato and Tofu, usually served on rye with mustard. YMMV.

But really, I posted (which I obviously seldom do) because **SnakesCatLady’**s signature has invaded my mental space and it’s rattling around expanding itself.

“Oh Bother,” said Pooh. “Eeyore, are you there?”

“Yes, Pooh.”

“Oh good,” said Pooh. “Would you ready two photon torpedoes?”

“Two? Just two?”

“Yes, two.”

“I have three photon torpedoes, you know.”

“Yes, Eeyore, I know.”

“Two?”

“Yes, two.”

“And Eeyore?”

“Yes, Pooh?”

“Would you lock the phasers on the Heffalump.”

“Yes, Pooh. Of course, Pooh. If it is really important, of course. I don’t mind. Even if these are my favorite Photon Torpedoes. No one cares about my torpedoes. Ready them. Shut them down. Ready them shut them down. You’re just going to use the phasers. Piglet likes the phasers. Roo likes the phasers. Even Rabbit likes the phasers.”

“Thank you,“ Eeyore.”

“Christopher Robin, is that you?”

“Yes Pooh," said Christopher Robin, who was looking closely at the heffalump tracks.

“You have the con.”

“The con? You mean the bridge.”

“Oh yes, that’s what I meant.”

“Silly old bear.”