The Brown Wizard wrote: ↑Sat Apr 11, 2020 12:20 pm
Wasnt it Tant who lived in Missouri somewhere and a huge tornado/shit-i-cane wrecked his whole town?
I sent him a pm at the time, letting him know I wished him well. He and I had been at it on the boards, first over coho and later over his general banal posting style. The PM is still in my outbox, he never opened it. LOL
The other unclaimed message in my outbox was to a GM sock.
Over the Internet, you can pretend to be anyone or anything.
I'm amazed that so many people choose to be complete twats.
It is of no surprise to me, that the people who are doom and gloom about everything Canucks, are also doom and gloom about everything going on in the world. Starting to feel sorry for family members that have to put up with constant negativity surrounding their daily lives.
PG_Canuck wrote: ↑Mon Apr 20, 2020 10:26 am
It is of no surprise to me, that the people who are doom and gloom about everything Canucks, are also doom and gloom about everything going on in the world. Starting to feel sorry for family members that have to put up with constant negativity surrounding their daily lives.
Like clockwork.
It’s so true, they are all a portion of society that lives in and feels comfortable in negativity
I am he as you are he as you are me
And we are all together….
PG_Canuck wrote: ↑Mon Apr 20, 2020 10:26 am
It is of no surprise to me, that the people who are doom and gloom about everything Canucks, are also doom and gloom about everything going on in the world. Starting to feel sorry for family members that have to put up with constant negativity surrounding their daily lives.
Like clockwork.
It is a shitty time for sure. My teenage kids are understandably annoyed with the current situation, yet they don’t seem devastated about missing school, yet they hate not being able to see their friends. My mom constantly is whining about the pandemic among other things. They have two houses to bounce between and just got back from Scottsdale where they snowbird for 6 months a year in their third place. Her and her fella are in their 70s and in good health. I can only tolerate so much whining from people about everything being so awful. They are living fat on big pensions and travel a lot. I have little sympathy
“I don’t care what you and some other poster were talking about”
PG_Canuck wrote: ↑Mon Apr 20, 2020 10:26 am
It is of no surprise to me, that the people who are doom and gloom about everything Canucks, are also doom and gloom about everything going on in the world. Starting to feel sorry for family members that have to put up with constant negativity surrounding their daily lives.
Like clockwork.
It’s so true, they are all a portion of society that lives in and feels comfortable in negativity
I feel bad for these people, I do. Such a waste of life.
I take issue with those of them who set out to infect the world around them however.
Megaterio Llamas wrote: ↑Tue Apr 07, 2020 8:52 pm
Interestingly, I don't think everyone there has fully grasped that Pauser has left that forum.
Either that or people are oddly stuck in the denial phase of the grieving process?
Just an observation.
Wasn't he kicked out over that threatening video?
I think he just quit after he tried to start a second tank thread when the mods froze the first one.
The regional boss from Arizona dropped by to freeze it and gave the forum a blast of shit for carrying on with tank talk.
Never saw him again after that.
The regional boss from Arizona knows trolls when he sees them.
A very astute individual...
It just struck me like a bolt of lightning that perhaps the greatest of the western gunfighter ballads, Marty Robbins' classic Big Iron, could serve as a fitting tribute to the regional boss from Arizona. The man who finally tamed a lawless frontier.
To the board of HF Nucksville rode a stranger one fine day
Hardly spoke to folks around him, didn't have too much to say,
No one dared to ask his business, no one dared to make a slip
For the stranger there among them had a big iron on his hip,
big iron on his hip
It was early in the morning when he rode into town
He came riding from the south side, slowly lookin' all around
"He's an outlaw loose and runnin'", came a whisper from each lip
"And he's here to do some business with the big iron on his hip,
big iron on his hip"
In the town there lived an outlaw by the name of Y2K
Many men had tried to take him and that many men were slayed
He was vicious and a killer, and a man of thirty four
And the notches on his pistol numbered one and nineteen more,
one and nineteen more
Now the stranger started talkin' made it plain to folks around
Was an Arizonia board boss, wouldn't be too long in town
He came there to take an outlaw back the easy or hard way
And he said it didn't matter that he was after Y2K,
after Y2K
Wasn't long before this story was relayed to Y2K
But the outlaw didn't worry, men that tried before were had paid
Twenty men had tried to take him, twenty men had made a slip,
Twenty one would be the boss man with the big iron on his hip,
big iron on his hip
The morning past so quickly and it was time for them to meet
It was twenty past eleven when they walked out on the street
Folks were watchin' from their windows,
every body held their breath,
For they knew that regional moderator was about to meet his death,
about to meet his death
There was forty feet between them
when they stopped to make their play
And the swiftness of the moderator is still talked about today
Y2K had not cleared leather when a bullet fairly ripped
And the regional boss's aim was deadly, with the big iron on his hip,
big iron on his hip
It was over in a moment and the folks had gathered 'round
There before them lay the body of the outlaw on the ground
Oh, he might have gone on livin' but he made one final slip
When he tried to match the boss man with the big iron on his hip,
big iron on his hip
Big iron, big iron,
He tried to match the regional boss with the big iron on his hip,
Big iron on his hip
