Now THIS is how you clean up the General Board...

Some people seem to know well beforehand. I do wish them well.

However, they're so often the ones who hesitate at that critical moment, and say, "no, wait... I mean..."

I prefer to postpone my decision until I'm confronted with the choice. And I think that, then, I will be able to say either "cake" or "death" without hesitation, without second-guessing. Like Lancelot confronting the bridgekeeper at the Gorge of Eternal Peril.

I don't believe it's possible for anyone to say, presently, what their choice would be, since they cannot know what will happen in their lives between now and when they must choose cake or death. An event could occur, or several, at any time, which change everything.

Well, I'm going with the law of averages. Given the choice, it's always death.
 
Next upon the stand, will you please extend a hand
To Alexander's Ragtime Band! Dixieland! Dixieland!
Step inside, hello! We've the most amazing show!
You'll enjoy it all we know
Step inside! Step Inside!

We've got thrills and shocks, supersonic fighting cocks!
Leave your hammers at the box
Come Inside! Come Inside!
Roll up! Roll up! Roll up!
See the show!

Left behind the bars, rows of Bishops' heads in jars
And a bomb inside a car!
Spectacular! Spectacular!

If you follow me there's a speciality
Some tears for you to see!
Misery, misery!
Roll up! Roll up! Roll up!
See the show!

Next upon the bill in our House of Vaudeville
We've a stripper in a till
What a thrill! What a thrill!

And not content with that
With our hands behind our backs
We pull Jesus from a hat!
Get into that! Get into that!

Roll up! Roll up! Roll up!
See the show!

Welcome back my friends to the show that never ends!
We're so glad you could attend!
Come inside! Come inside!
There behind the glass lies a real blade of grass!
Be careful as you pass
Move along! Move along!

Come inside, the show's about to start!
Guaranteed to blow your head apart!
Rest assured you'll get your money's worth
The greatest show... in Heaven, Hell, or Earth
You've got to see the show! It's a dynamo!
You've got to see the show! It's rock and roll! ...

Right before your eyes, we pull laughter from the skies!
And he laughs until he cries, then he dies, then he dies...
Come inside the show's about to start, guaranteed to blow your head apart
You've got to see the show! It's a dynamo!
You've got to see the show! It's rock and roll...

Soon the Gypsy Queen in a glaze of Vaseline
Will perform on guillotine
What a scene! What a scene!
Next upon the stand will you please extend a hand
To Alexander's Ragtime Band
Dixieland, Dixieland!

Roll up! Roll up! Roll up!
See the show!

Performing on a stool we've a sight to make you drool!
Seven virgins and a mule!
Keep it cool. Keep it cool.
We would like it to be known the exhibits that were shown
Were exclusively our own
All our own. All our own.

Come and see the show! Come and see the show!
Come and see the show! See the show!
 
Oh shut up, HG Dragon. Please spare me any more of your rants. It's not like you or anyone else jumps bad at me in any other forum. You just like to hide behind this unmoderated board where you can't fall victim to a large crowd of adults like me who won't tolerate your bullshit.

You're too much of a mental child to survive on a forum full of adults.
I think we all should salute the mental child otherwise known as "HG Dragon" for "jumping bad" at Lt. This is some new thing that HG Dragon has apparently invented which seems a very cool thing. I would suggest that we all allow HG to "hide" in this unmoderated forum as long as possible, until a large crowd of adults like Lt gathers to flush him or her out.
 
Well, but you don't know.

You might just feel like cake at that critical moment.

I know I'd want death. I probably couldn't choose it due to...you know, caring about people.

But if it's something like coconut cake, fuck it. I'm not doing that no way.
 
You know something? Each key on your keyboard is covered with a thin layer of bacteria - only 2% of which are pathogenic to humans (fortunately).

Mine all get smooshed by friction.

I'm developing a friction-resistant super pathogen.

(says it loud so the prairie dog can overhear her by "accident")
 
You know something? Each key on your keyboard is covered with a thin layer of bacteria - only 2% of which are pathogenic to humans (fortunately).
I've seen electron microscope pictures of the creatures that live in my eyebrows.

Therefore, bacteria cannot scare me.

I would freely shake your hand, and carry your non-pathogenic bacteria as a badge forever after that said, "here are kbate's bacteria!"

I'm not so sure about sharing mites. We'd have to talk about that.
 
I know I'd want death. I probably couldn't choose it due to...you know, caring about people.

But if it's something like coconut cake, fuck it. I'm not doing that no way.
You don't even know what the sort of cake it is, or what else might happen between now and then. Caring has nothing to do with it. There's either cake, or death. It comes down to sweet versus scary.
 
*quirks eyebrow*

I know this is feeding the troll, but here I go:

Um, unless someone has managed to jack my account, I haven't aimed any oher post outside of my first at you. The only other post I made was in acknowledgment of someone catching my reference. "Any more of my rants" have simply been hallucinations on your part.

And you claiming other people are "hiding behind this unmoderated board where you can't fall victim to a large crowd of adults like me who won't tolerate your bullshit," is funny. That would be quite the contradiction in terms if it were true. It's the fact that this board is unmoderated that allows you to prattle on with your trolling, attention mongering and flaming and allows other people to call you on the carpet and rub your nose in the stinky coil you just left there. It's unmoderated forums that allow people like you to remain and post whatever inane, shit-stirring thoughts that your fingers can tap out without fear of repercussions other than what other members reply, if at all.

About half of the forums I visit are moderated and I almost never mark/report outside of advertising bots and spammers. Only exceptions I make to that are on the ones where they try to keep a "family" atmosphere or a PG-13 level of content (Holy shit! Sometimes adults don't always want to talk about favorite positions to tie girls up to make them squirt while you have your cock balls deep in their throat and a 2 1/2 anal plug up their ass, all the while spanking them with a leather paddle that leaves the word "SLUT" on their bottoms, imagine that! Ok, maybe I shouldn't have created that particular mental image. I'll be right back...). When people start throwing up nip shots on the open forums there or start slinging profanities like an Arena football throws touchdowns, I'll mark/report it as they don't belong.

Good luck working through your persecution complex though. You'll make some shrink millions with the book when your sessions are done.

*chuckle*
Unless you've been lurking here and reading Le Psychopath's tripe for awhile I'd have to say that this is probably the fastest anyone has pasted him to the wall so correctly.

Welcome to Lit. You do realize now that you're on his "list" and likely one of his many enemies alts right? ;)
 
You don't even know what the sort of cake it is, or what else might happen between now and then. Caring has nothing to do with it. There's either cake, or death. It comes down to sweet versus scary.

Death isn't scary. Why do people keep saying that? Death's like a nice nap. I could use a nice nap. More than the calories, anyway.
 
Death isn't scary. Why do people keep saying that? Death's like a nice nap. I could use a nice nap. More than the calories, anyway.
The decision, between cake and death, seems huge for those who don't face it.

But I'm sure, at that moment, the person in question will know.

If not, it's like flipping a coin.

And what's the most you ever lost on a coin toss?
 
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*chuckle*
Unless you've been lurking here and reading Le Psychopath's tripe for awhile I'd have to say that this is probably the fastest anyone has pasted him to the wall so correctly.
Actually, that was rather impressive.

Some prior lurking, or a recycled person, could also explain it.
 
The decision, between cake and death, seems huge for those who don't face it.

But I'm sure, at that moment, the person in question will know.

If not, it's like flipping a coin.

And what's the most you ever lost on a coin toss?

I only bet things on coin tosses that I don't particularly care about.

Something probably worth less to me than the coin itself.
 
I've seen electron microscope pictures of the creatures that live in my eyebrows.

Therefore, bacteria cannot scare me.

I would freely shake your hand, and carry your non-pathogenic bacteria as a badge forever after that said, "here are kbate's bacteria!"

I'm not so sure about sharing mites. We'd have to talk about that.


It would be a mistake. I am one of those people in Virginia who enjoyed uncooked tomatoes.

You share mites with people every time you sit on their couch. Did you know, that the average pillow has over 25% of its mass as skin mites, and sloughed skin mass?
 
It would be a mistake. I am one of those people in Virginia who enjoyed uncooked tomatoes.

You share mites with people every time you sit on their couch. Did you know, that the average pillow has over 25% of its mass as skin mites, and sloughed skin mass?
What are these microbes to me?

It's the worms that will eat me, unless I am made unpalatable to them by the virtue of enbalming fluids.
 
It would be a mistake. I am one of those people in Virginia who enjoyed uncooked tomatoes.

You share mites with people every time you sit on their couch. Did you know, that the average pillow has over 25% of its mass as skin mites, and sloughed skin mass?

Cooties.
 
They are real.

They look like little Abrams tanks, and they are alive.

And, they are munching on the cells you have no more use for.

They mean you no harm, but they are horrifying in appearance.

Just like <insert joke>
 
They are real.

They look like little Abrams tanks, and they are alive.

And, they are munching on the cells you have no more use for.

They mean you no harm, but they are horrifying in appearance.

Just like <insert joke>

They are why I :heart: our water bed.
 
What are these microbes to me?

It's the worms that will eat me, unless I am made unpalatable to them by the virtue of enbalming fluids.


And even then, science has discovered microbes who thrive even in sulphuric and hydrochloric acids. They'll get your carcass no matter your precautions.

It's a microbe ruled planet despite our egotistical thinking.

Now, my intestinal microbial infection is telling me that some of them want to leave me for a time.
 
Actually, that was rather impressive.

Some prior lurking, or a recycled person, could also explain it.

I think I managed, maybe four or five posts my first go-around on the forums here. Only reason why I posted those were because I has received a comment to one of my submissions that some of them had been stolen and claimed by someone else as theirs on another site.

As I said in my original post, I come from some other forums where people like this would occasionally come along and decide they didn't like the regulars at the particular boards I would hang out at. We would then spend the next week or so verbally running them to ground like a fox hunt until they would either get banned by the moderating staff, or just quietly disappear never to be heard form again.

Being raised by someone who treated semantics like a religion, I was quite good at dissecting things and picking them apart to he atom. I had long kept some of my better ones, but a hard drive failure took them to the binary graveyard in the Ether.
 
I think I managed, maybe four or five posts my first go-around on the forums here. Only reason why I posted those were because I has received a comment to one of my submissions that some of them had been stolen and claimed by someone else as theirs on another site.

As I said in my original post, I come from some other forums where people like this would occasionally come along and decide they didn't like the regulars at the particular boards I would hang out at. We would then spend the next week or so verbally running them to ground like a fox hunt until they would either get banned by the moderating staff, or just quietly disappear never to be heard form again.

Being raised by someone who treated semantics like a religion, I was quite good at dissecting things and picking them apart to he atom. I had long kept some of my better ones, but a hard drive failure took them to the binary graveyard in the Ether.

Dissection and reason are good. That makes you a good diagnostician.

He is signed out against medical advice, though. And is suing the hospital for malpractice.
 
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