So posting something funny is reason enough to be banned?!?! This is horseshit!!!

I created a Screen Name named Susperio, and posted this... Read it quickly, this thread may disappear before you reach the final punctuation mark.




Eight long months, eight fruitless months of my existence, spent in waiting. It seems just like yesterday that she was in the musk of my embrace. Engulfed like two lost at sea lovers blanketed by the belt of Orion and nothing else but primal nakedness. It's that very nakedness in which I have grown forlorn over. Cara De Angelis, how many more nights will be clouded in this emotional vacuum that sweeps the very essence of my being? (Not to mention the pubic lice that parade on my nether regions eight rows deep like hot air balloons on Broadway Ave on Thanksgiving Dawn!) August seems just like yesterday. It was in this infernal month 9 and a half new moon ago that I consummated my relationship with Cara De Angelis in her 8th floor Studio Loft in Upper New Brunswick. There we were, two peons in a pod, laughing like a pair of hyenas after a lifted hunt, in our Serengeti of sexual promiscuity. It was a pious offering to the Trojan Gods whose latex armor was sent adrift by the rapid succession of sashimi sliced and diced thrusts that filled her eggs with the yoke of yearn that had called my gonads home for several weeks of courting prior.



All seemed well at that point, and then… the phone rang. According to her, a dear friend was in distress. Some cheap dame of the night who goes by the name “Tila”. I thought nothing of it at the time, and to be quite frank, why would I? Moments after disconnecting with her sorority sister she was back on my bones like a raven on carrion. Her clitoris neither flapped, nor sobbed on my throbbing Cho Seung-Hui Wang that filled her feminine juncture with the same delight a child would receive at watching a harlequin clown on a 4th grade bully. A 45 degree turn of the clock later and she was gone. To where, I had no idea, until now. Cara, I have scoured the WORLD wide web in search for answers. My soul searching trek as led me to this forum, whose subject matter I find all too confusing. But baby, what I don’t find confusing, is my eternal love for you. It was six weeks ago that I received a phone call from a man named Adrian. This gentleman spoke to me with grave concern for not only you, but your friend Tila, and his soon to be son Lars. In this call delivered from the heavens, this Adrian fellow conveyed to me the message that your lesbianistic lifestyle has brought you great peril. The midnight mood swings that have left you battered and beaten by a Vietnamese fist must not go unattended. You are not the maternal parent of this child, you hold no obligations! Leave this rock star floozy to be with her flock of grunge flunkies and dime bag wielding drug pushers. You have such a bright future ahead of you with your abstract artistry. Why throw it all away for a small chance of rekindling a passionless pyonggang that is devoid of penetration, and is drowned with the encapsulation of estrogenic flare. Come to me under this weeping moon that sullenly sedates my emotions and parts my lop sided hair on its ends. Be with me oh Temptress. Of one body, of one mind, of one soul, I crave the glistening blonde stubble of your ginger blossom hued cheeks. Do you crave mine? Please call me!
 
Reign in Acai said:
I created a Screen Name named Susperio, and posted this... Read it quickly, this thread may disappear before you reach the final punctuation mark.




Eight long months, eight fruitless months of my existence, spent in waiting. It seems just like yesterday that she was in the musk of my embrace. Engulfed like two lost at sea lovers blanketed by the belt of Orion and nothing else but primal nakedness. It's that very nakedness in which I have grown forlorn over. Cara De Angelis, how many more nights will be clouded in this emotional vacuum that sweeps the very essence of my being? (Not to mention the pubic lice that parade on my nether regions eight rows deep like hot air balloons on Broadway Ave on Thanksgiving Dawn!) August seems just like yesterday. It was in this infernal month 9 and a half new moon ago that I consummated my relationship with Cara De Angelis in her 8th floor Studio Loft in Upper New Brunswick. There we were, two peons in a pod, laughing like a pair of hyenas after a lifted hunt, in our Serengeti of sexual promiscuity. It was a pious offering to the Trojan Gods whose latex armor was sent adrift by the rapid succession of sashimi sliced and diced thrusts that filled her eggs with the yoke of yearn that had called my gonads home for several weeks of courting prior.



All seemed well at that point, and then… the phone rang. According to her, a dear friend was in distress. Some cheap dame of the night who goes by the name “Tila”. I thought nothing of it at the time, and to be quite frank, why would I? Moments after disconnecting with her sorority sister she was back on my bones like a raven on carrion. Her clitoris neither flapped, nor sobbed on my throbbing Cho Seung-Hui Wang that filled her feminine juncture with the same delight a child would receive at watching a harlequin clown on a 4th grade bully. A 45 degree turn of the clock later and she was gone. To where, I had no idea, until now. Cara, I have scoured the WORLD wide web in search for answers. My soul searching trek as led me to this forum, whose subject matter I find all too confusing. But baby, what I don’t find confusing, is my eternal love for you. It was six weeks ago that I received a phone call from a man named Adrian. This gentleman spoke to me with grave concern for not only you, but your friend Tila, and his soon to be son Lars. In this call delivered from the heavens, this Adrian fellow conveyed to me the message that your lesbianistic lifestyle has brought you great peril. The midnight mood swings that have left you battered and beaten by a Vietnamese fist must not go unattended. You are not the maternal parent of this child, you hold no obligations! Leave this rock star floozy to be with her flock of grunge flunkies and dime bag wielding drug pushers. You have such a bright future ahead of you with your abstract artistry. Why throw it all away for a small chance of rekindling a passionless pyonggang that is devoid of penetration, and is drowned with the encapsulation of estrogenic flare. Come to me under this weeping moon that sullenly sedates my emotions and parts my lop sided hair on its ends. Be with me oh Temptress. Of one body, of one mind, of one soul, I crave the glistening blonde stubble of your ginger blossom hued cheeks. Do you crave mine? Please call me!
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I don't understand why anyone deletes threads and posts around here. RC used to be 99% anti-censorship and it should remain that way. :rolleyes:

That 1% consisted of pure idiocy and EVEN THEN I'm pretty sure the threads were only locked, not deleted.
 
Oh yeah but I feel your pain, I had a few fake accounts deleted as well. :rolleyes:

Fucking bullshit. :rolleyes:
 
:loco:

Thankfully I wrote the shit up in Microsoft Word, or my effort would have died in vain, alongside the aspiration of Deron getting a reasonable job. What the hell does this middle aged misfit do all day, other than stand guard over my posting prowess? Clipping my wings like a bird, stifling my sentences with his moderation frustration, castrating my VB Bulletin livelihood with a single swift slash of his sissified sickle that all Admins carry to compensate for their lack of machismo. Clearly this is a passive aggressive attack for the countless times that I have blatantly attacked his people. Putting them back in their place alongside the plough in the proverbial cotton fields of their dismay. Deron, Dyrone, Dipshit, whatever D ignited moniker you would like to hold this week, let me make this obvious, so that even you can understand it Son. You may be able to take the Culturalist out of the Culture, but you will NEVER, be able to take the Culture out of the Culturalist. So while you sit at home stroking your french poodle to re-runs of "Jim Baker does Boulder", I will be here standing as tall as an Olympian on prom night! You can't censor me!!! Cesar E Chavez!!!
 
Yeah anytime someone sets up NuRC, RC without the Nu, I'll head that way.

Censorshit is for the fucking dogs.
 
He actually thinks that he is doing a service by deleting threads and banning fake accounts that won't be used more than once or twice a year. I guess Lizard was a disruptive member by having 6 fake accounts? Yep Adrian, you're a menace to this forum whose actions can not go unpunished. How anal retentive does an individual have to be to perform such school hall supervision?!? Work on your sub par record label and leave me be you Tyrannical titmouse. Or if you truly have a problem, come to MN in January so I can shove a Sloppy Joe down your clowned one too many timed throat!
 
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