I think we shouldn't have moderators what so ever.

SPOILER: http://ee.1asphost.com/worm5/spoil.txt

Knuckles the CLown wrote:I vehemently oppose Vitriola being a moderator for a “Music Base”. I hear she only listens to bubble gum pop and once shagged the lead singer from Glass Tiger.

And I hit that shit like a nightclub in Bali, YEEAAAHHHHHHHH. She was all like "Alan Frew Oh I love your Cock like I love that song you co-wrote with that garbage-rate band Aerosmith that they took all the credit for and nobody ever knew that without you that album of theirs wouldn't EVER HAVE GOTTEN WRITTEN. I love it like THAT. Yeah GIVE IT TO ME RBHGGHAMWWRFFF"

I vehemently oppose Vitriola being a moderator for a “Music Base”. I hear she only listens to bubble gum pop and once shagged the lead singer from Glass Tiger.

I resent the fact pinback has refered to me as mentally unstable. I'm not the one making/playing/reviewing video games based on impotent, circuit brained, dope fiends.

We all have our flaws, but I am willing to guess when it comes sports and sports themed anecdotes that everyone here is the Watson to my Graham Bell, the Henson to my Byrd or the Head to my Puck.

There is a harsh truth to face. No way I'm gonna make it on the internet. All I do anymore is think of ways to break moderatorship. Terrible thing, to live in fear. Pinback knew it. Knew it all too well. All I want is to be back where things make sense. Where I won't have to be afraid all the time. Only one thing stops me. A promise I made to Robb Sherwin.


PRIIIIIIIIDE

As a show of compromise, I will accept having TigerCast 2004 be given moderator privileges in lieu of myself.

I leave it to you to make the wise decision.

pinback wrote:I will refuse to post to this board, either as myself, or any of the parade of entertaining "fake" users I have invented, until such time as my moderator privileges are reinstated.

I was going to make the new moderator either Knuckles or TigerCast2003, but I couldn't find a valid e-mail address for TigerCast2003.


Er, 2004.

Whatever.

I would like to file a formal protest against the management of this site regarding the choice of Knuckles T. Clown as moderator of this base. Nobody has done more for this base in its short, storied history than myself. For my moderator status to be revoked, and replaced by an obviously violent, mentally unstable person is a figurative "Swedish handshake", as Clown might say.

I will refuse to post to this board, either as myself, or any of the parade of entertaining "fake" users I have invented, until such time as my moderator privileges are reinstated.

Thank you.

Knuckles the CLown wrote:Dolf Gunderson gave me a “Sweedish” handshake (also known as a stick to the head)

Bwa-hahahaha!

Instead of heading toward the goal I turned around and spied Gunderson. I let loose a helacious slap shot that turned his charming Scandanavian looks in to a medley of blond hair, smashed eye, blood and crushed teeth. I screamed “Take that you Immigrant fuck HONK-HONK!” (I later found out he was born here and had lived in Cleveland for 36 years, no matter)

This is the greatest story in the history of the BBS.

Welcome your new "The King's Quarters" co-moderator... KNUCKLES THE ClOWN!

My Virtual friend Robb Sherwin has bestowed the title of Moderator on me for this “base”. The Irony is that your new “Sports” moderator is currently banned from Jacobs Field and has been serving a year long suspension from his Adult Floor Hockey league.

Last year in the tight Championship (Men’s 3B Wednesday Adult Floor Hockey League) game against Klondike Tires (our team is Babar’s Ice Cream Parlor), with the score tied at three, Dolf Gunderson gave me a “Sweedish” handshake (also known as a stick to the head) while your truly was heading for the breakaway winning goal. I was awarded a penalty shot. Now keep in mind we don’t use those sissy orange pucks we play with the real thing.

Upon the ref dropping the puck for me to start my swoon towards glory, something snapped inside my head. The smug Swede fuck was gonna pay. Instead of heading toward the goal I turned around and spied Gunderson. I let loose a helacious slap shot that turned his charming Scandanavian looks in to a medley of blond hair, smashed eye, blood and crushed teeth. I screamed “Take that you Immigrant fuck HONK-HONK!” (I later found out he was born here and had lived in Cleveland for 36 years, no matter) After that it was a blood bath, the rest of the losers at Klondike Tires took offense and all hell broke loose. Needless to say I was unfairly ruled as the problem. AND I got banned for one year and AND had to chip in for facial reconstruction for Dolf.

I got the last laugh though, he went from looking like a Nordic Model to that Dauber cretin from that T.V. show Coach.