What's your forum MO?

A This thread is now officially dead. Just look at all the blue envelopes with my name as the last poster.
 
To summarise so far:

(a) thread killler
(b) thread hijacker
(c) *bump*er
(d) space filler
(d) quoter
(e) thread clown
(f) accidentally stumbled into the wrong forum - where is the GB again?
(g) unaware this was a porn site
(h) flirt with anything that posts
(i) CV or CV clone
(j) other ..............
(k) plagiariser
(l) emoticon whore
(m) lurker
(n) ranter

I'm an (a), (g) & (m) & (l) :D
 
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wishfulthinking said:
Are you a:

(a) thread killler
(b) thread hijacker
(c) *bump*er
(d) space filler
(d) quoter
(e) thread clown
(f) accidentally stumbled into the wrong forum - where is the GB again?
(g) unaware this was a porn site
(h) flirt with anything that posts
(i) CV or CV clone
(j) other ..............

?
everything but f and i
my favorite is g...
THERE'S PORN HERE?????:eek:
 
oggbashan said:
I'm just long-winded. Sometimes that kills threads, even the ones I started myself.

Og

Depends on the end from which the wind bloweth. :eek:
 
I am:

(a) thread killler :mad:
(b) thread hijacker :eek:
(c) *bump*er :catgrin:
(d) space filler :rolleyes:
(h) flirt with anything that posts ;)
(j) other .............. :kiss:
l) emoticon whore :eek:
 
I forgot to add:

Purveyor by appointment to the Author's Hangout of sheep, garderobes and endless posts repeated every three months such as this one:

How to confuse Word's grammar checker and How NOT to do it...

The roseate Sun, Phoebus’ orb, was glinting in the puddles and dappling the fallen leaves of the ancient forest as Joan made her way along the footpath leading from her rustic rose-entwined cottage, so beloved of tourists and her infrequent visitors from the city who left as soon as they reasonably could because the cottage lacked the basic amenities than any twenty-first century city dweller expected as of right such as satellite television and even running hot and cold water, both of which were unavailable, towards the steeple crowned hill on which the Parish Church sat as it had done for more than a thousand years surveying the expanding and contracting village in the valley beneath and perhaps regretting the earlier centuries when it had been filled to capacity by local residents each in their proper place and order according to the standards of the time, but Joan diverted from the direct route to the Church at a junction and was now heading in the direction of the Evening Star, the planet Venus known as Aphrodite to the Greeks but whether Greek or Roman was the personification of sexual desire, which sexual desire Joan was expecting to assuage once she reached her destination but in the meantime she was diverted by the interplay of light and shade from the evening sun as it sank lower on the horizon turning the landscape to a darkening ruddy hue which darkened further as she walked wondering whether she would reach her destination and assignation before Phoebus’ chariot had passed beyond her view but even if she did not her path was clear because she was accustomed to walking in the direction of the Evening Star every evening that she had free from her avocation of breeder of large and hairy dogs that bore a faint resemblance to The Hound of The Baskervilles and at times she would take one of the so-called breed with her on her perambulation which would certainly deter any evil minded loiterers upon her way but unfortunately also frequently prevented the consummation of her assignation by refusing to leave her side and repulsing her intended with ferocious barking and frenzied attacks barely held in check by the strong leash essential for such savage dogs but this time she was without a canine companion and therefore she hoped that the consummation would be forthcoming without let or hindrance as she continued to walk alongside the nearly dark woodlands before emerging on a slight eminence whence she could see her goal of another rose-entwined cottage from the chimney of which a wisp of smoke was arising promising warmth in both the physical, mental and sexual encounter which Joan would shortly enjoy.

"He's lit my fire" she said to herself.

PS. Ignoring the last short sentence which I couldn't resist:

Words 450
Sentences 1
Reading Ease 0
Grade Level 12.0
 
wishfulthinking said:
Are you a:

(a) thread killler
(b) thread hijacker
(c) *bump*er
(d) space filler
(d) quoter
(e) thread clown
(f) accidentally stumbled into the wrong forum - where is the GB again?
(g) unaware this was a porn site
(h) flirt with anything that posts
(i) CV or CV clone
(j) other ..............

?

on the occassions when I stop by to post I am (at the very least) a, d=quoter (you did know you had 2 d's?? ) e and h....
 
wishfulthinking said:
To summarise so far:

(a) thread killler
(b) thread hijacker
(c) *bump*er
(d) space filler
(d) quoter
(e) thread clown
(f) accidentally stumbled into the wrong forum - where is the GB again?
(g) unaware this was a porn site
(h) flirt with anything that posts
(i) CV or CV clone
(j) other ..............
(k) plagiariser
(l) emoticon whore
(m) lurker
(n) ranter

I'm an (a), (g) & (m) & (l) :D


I'm an....

a
d
c
d
l
m
yuppers that me :catroar:
 
wishfulthinking said:
To summarise so far:

(a) thread killler
(b) thread hijacker
(c) *bump*er
(d) space filler
(d) quoter
(e) thread clown
(f) accidentally stumbled into the wrong forum - where is the GB again?
(g) unaware this was a porn site
(h) flirt with anything that posts
(i) CV or CV clone
(j) other ..............
(k) plagiariser
(l) emoticon whore
(m) lurker
(n) ranter

All of the above, except (f), (g), (i) and (k). :eek: :cathappy:
 
wishfulthinking said:
Are you a:

(a) thread killler
(b) thread hijacker
(c) *bump*er
(d) space filler
(d) quoter
(e) thread clown
(f) accidentally stumbled into the wrong forum - where is the GB again?
(g) unaware this was a porn site
(h) flirt with anything that posts
(i) CV or CV clone
(j) other ..............

?

b) hijacker, h) flirt, but most of all a) killer
 
Really depends on what day it is and who you ask. I've been a clown, a ranter, a vitrolic bastard, a welcome amusement, the man who just happened to resemble the man who ate your babies and I swear I don't know how that blood got on my carpet, a bastard, a friend, an enemy, a MPS nightmare, a demon, and my favorite a communist.

And what's this about porn now? When did that happen?
 
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