Blandscape
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It doesn't matter, if you publish the thread, we can all see just how well they all equipped themselves.
This guy!!!
He still has no clue who one of the "people in his inbox" actually was.
Having had a full and frank discussion with a super-mod, whitever da fuck dat is, and concluded that this site has buttons where ye can invite any old cunt to someone else's inbox (apparently), to decide just how much shite it shid be flooded wiff, I can conclude with a degree of certainty and no lack of fucking apprehension... that what is the point?
You create two board's in one board and call it talent. One is for public consumption, and one is fur private.
It's the politic of the playground and play group dogging.... if ye could muster all of the pre-pubescent testosterone and fanny juice running wild here, and mop it up with the ignorance that tailgates it in a white panel fucking van.
We had rules worth following once, now it seems we have none.
I am pretty new to this site, but I know one fing, if fucking Complain is a "super" mod, they must be doing everything wrong.
Having had a full and frank discussion with a super-mod, whitever da fuck dat is, and concluded that this site has buttons where ye can invite any old cunt to someone else's inbox (apparently), to decide just how much shite it shid be flooded wiff, I can conclude with a degree of certainty and no lack of fucking apprehension... that what is the point?
You create two board's in one board and call it talent. One is for public consumption, and one is fur private.
It's the politic of the playground and play group dogging.... if ye could muster all of the pre-pubescent testosterone and fanny juice running wild here, and mop it up with the ignorance that tailgates it in a white panel fucking van.
We had rules worth following once, now it seems we have none.
I am pretty new to this site, but I know one fing, if fucking Complain is a "super" mod, they must be doing everything wrong.
I remember well the day when you posted a comically penis shaped potato in my inbox.
You asked for it back later as Mother was short of a spud for the Corned Beef Hash.
Otherwise it was a jolly jape,
I want to be disappointed more Scoundy!
A stroll through the threads here is like the bog scene in Trainspotting
Flea often asks to stick her pinky up my poopchute.
The rest is just product rollout.
Or watching Kes with the lights out, and a knife at your throat.