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this will zero the unread anything for you, so you can strive forth into the exciting world of the new cookie thing.
Because the board got shutdown again because of a load of database, I had to fettle with the settings again.
As part of that, the server no longer stores what topics you have or haven't read.
IT IS STILL RECORDED!
But now, that information lives in a delicious cookie, rather than the forum database.
Upside: this should reduce the load of database.
Downside: if you use multiple devices to access the board, or you reject delicious cookies, you won't always have that information cookie. But the New Posts feature should take care of that.
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If you cannot Debauch because you get an IP blacklist error, try Debauching again time. It may work immediately, it may take a few attempts. It will work eventually, I don't think I had to click debauch more than three times. Someone is overzealous at our hosting company, but only on the first couple of attempts.
If you have problems logging in, posting, or doing anything else, please get in touch.
You know the email (if you don't, see in the registration info below), you know where to find the Administerrerrerr on the Midget Circus.
Some unpleasant miscreant was firing incessant database queries at our server, which forced the Legal Department of our hosting company, via their Abuse subdivision, to shut us down. No I have none.
All I can do it button the hatches, and tighten up a few things. Such as time limits on how long you may take to compose a post and hit Debauch! As of 24/01/10, I've set that at 30 minutes for now.
To restrict further overloads, any unregistered users had to be locked out.
How do we know who is or isn't an unregistered user?
By forcing anyone who wants in to Log In.
Is that annoying?
Yes. But there's only so much the Administerrerrerr can do to keep this place running.
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The Easter Thread!
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badi
- Magnum Jihad
- Location: Cape Town, South Africa
- Contact:
The Easter Thread!
Come saturday I wanna see mucho bunnies, capiche? Participate!
If at first you don't succeed,
then skydiving definitely isn't for you.
then skydiving definitely isn't for you.
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Muppet
- Magnum Jihad
- Location: Hollywood(!)
- Contact:
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badi
- Magnum Jihad
- Location: Cape Town, South Africa
- Contact:
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Ames
- Megachiroptera Übermench
- Location: Denver, CO in MY OWN DAMN HOUSE!
- Contact:
To quote MnM "Ba-doing-doing-doing!"
I think we've finally stumbled on a marketing plan to get Football (soccer) popular in the states! Talk about a well trimmed pitch!
I think we've finally stumbled on a marketing plan to get Football (soccer) popular in the states! Talk about a well trimmed pitch!
Cheers,
Ames.
Whatever doesn't kill you, only makes you...stranger!
Quid Ita Serius?
You never know how much you appreciate your civil liberties until they've been violated.
Ames.
Whatever doesn't kill you, only makes you...stranger!
Quid Ita Serius?
You never know how much you appreciate your civil liberties until they've been violated.
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xtian
- Le coureur de lames chasse Tinti...
- Location: belgium
- Contact:
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Flat_Black_Rat
- Rally Jackelope of Ever
- Location: Seattle, WA
A Donnie Darko shot, nice, real nice...
"Our Country won't go on forever, if we stay soft as we are now. There won't be any America because some foreign soldiery will invade us and take our women and breed a hardier race!" Lt. Gen. Lewis B. Puller, USMC
2005.5 KTM 950 Adventure
1999 Honda CR250R
1978 Honda CT70 - Plated
2005.5 KTM 950 Adventure
1999 Honda CR250R
1978 Honda CT70 - Plated
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Hanover Fist
- Maltov Rattlecan
- Location: Nor Cal
- Contact:
The Easter Bunny Is A Bastard
‘Twas the night before Easter and all through the house my room mates were passed out. I was lolling drunkenly on my couch after a night of college-kid hyjinx, minding my own goddamn business when there came a knock on the door. Laboriously I stood, peeved at being roused, and opened the front door. It was the Easter Bunny. White furry ears and pink button nose. Basket full of colored eggs and bushy cotton tail. Yeah, that’s the one. He brushed me aside and came into the living room. What the fuck?
“Yeah, seriously,” I said, “what the fuck?”
“I’m the Easter Bunny.”
“I don’t care if you’re fucking Lion-O, leader of the goddamn Thundercats. Get the fuck out of my house.” But he wouldn’t go.
“Don’t you believe in Jesus Christ?” Too drunk for theological repartee with mythical rodents.
“What the hell do lavishly-decorated, unfertilized chicken fetuses have to do with Jebus?”
“They help us to remember and rejoice in His rebirth and triumphant victory over Xur’s armada using the holy light of Death Blossom.”
“Alex Rogan defeated Xur’s armada, fucker. That was a movie.”
“Are you calling The Son of God a liar, fuck ass?”
“Sure. Whatever. Just take your cunt-fuck eggs and go…”
...And that’s when, with a Xena-like battle cry, the Easter Bunny lunged at me, eyes flashing pink with beastial fury. Not even my ninja training could protect me from his vicious Lop-Eared Bunny-Paw Technique. A right to the jaw. Left to the gut and knee to the groin. I hit the floor crying.
But I wasn’t going down easy. I did what long hours in the practical self defense class at the YWCA had taught me: screamed shrilly and curled into a ball.
The bunny laughed maliciously, over-joyed to see his foe topple so easily. Ah, but it was a ruse. As the beguiled bunny turned to distribute eggs about the room I rose and unleashed a can of whoop ass.
But the can was a bit stale: Screaming to disorient and confuse my target, I scratched and pulled hair and sissy slapped away. For a moment my unorthodox tactics prevailed. And then the Easter Bunny stopped laughing.
“Haven’t had enough, eh, heathen?” He smashed a pretty pink egg into my head. Blood all down my face. Can’t see. Fuck. Bunny moving like greased white lightning.
Before I know it, I’m down, laying in a pool of blood and shattered Easter eggs.
“Learn to stay down, bitch,” the bunny ground his heal into my hand. I could hear joints popping, bones snapping. Ha ha ha. He laughed at my tears, my pleas for help and then mercy.
Upending what remained in his wicker basket onto my battered body the Easter bunny uttered his parting words, “This shit wouldn’t happen if you would just let Jesus into your heart. Happy Easter, mother fucker.”
“Yeah, seriously,” I said, “what the fuck?”
“I’m the Easter Bunny.”
“I don’t care if you’re fucking Lion-O, leader of the goddamn Thundercats. Get the fuck out of my house.” But he wouldn’t go.
“Don’t you believe in Jesus Christ?” Too drunk for theological repartee with mythical rodents.
“What the hell do lavishly-decorated, unfertilized chicken fetuses have to do with Jebus?”
“They help us to remember and rejoice in His rebirth and triumphant victory over Xur’s armada using the holy light of Death Blossom.”
“Alex Rogan defeated Xur’s armada, fucker. That was a movie.”
“Are you calling The Son of God a liar, fuck ass?”
“Sure. Whatever. Just take your cunt-fuck eggs and go…”
...And that’s when, with a Xena-like battle cry, the Easter Bunny lunged at me, eyes flashing pink with beastial fury. Not even my ninja training could protect me from his vicious Lop-Eared Bunny-Paw Technique. A right to the jaw. Left to the gut and knee to the groin. I hit the floor crying.
But I wasn’t going down easy. I did what long hours in the practical self defense class at the YWCA had taught me: screamed shrilly and curled into a ball.
The bunny laughed maliciously, over-joyed to see his foe topple so easily. Ah, but it was a ruse. As the beguiled bunny turned to distribute eggs about the room I rose and unleashed a can of whoop ass.
But the can was a bit stale: Screaming to disorient and confuse my target, I scratched and pulled hair and sissy slapped away. For a moment my unorthodox tactics prevailed. And then the Easter Bunny stopped laughing.
“Haven’t had enough, eh, heathen?” He smashed a pretty pink egg into my head. Blood all down my face. Can’t see. Fuck. Bunny moving like greased white lightning.
Before I know it, I’m down, laying in a pool of blood and shattered Easter eggs.
“Learn to stay down, bitch,” the bunny ground his heal into my hand. I could hear joints popping, bones snapping. Ha ha ha. He laughed at my tears, my pleas for help and then mercy.
Upending what remained in his wicker basket onto my battered body the Easter bunny uttered his parting words, “This shit wouldn’t happen if you would just let Jesus into your heart. Happy Easter, mother fucker.”
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badi
- Magnum Jihad
- Location: Cape Town, South Africa
- Contact:
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maniacles
- Ayatollah of Mayhem
- Location: ground zero
- Contact:
Hey Muppet! What kept you? Welcome to Hell!
A precious little girl walks into a pet shop and asks
>in the sweetest little lisp, "Excite me, mitther, do
>you keep widdle Wabbits?"
>
>As the shopkeeper's heart melts,. He gets down on his
>knees, so that he's on her level, and asks, "Do you
>want a widdle white wabbit or a thoft and fuwwy bwack
>wabbit or maybe one like that cute widdle bwown wabbit
>over there?"
>
>She, in turn blushes, rocks on her heels, puts her
>hands on her knees, leans forward and says in a quiet
>voice, "I don't fink my pet pyfon weally gives a thit.
A precious little girl walks into a pet shop and asks
>in the sweetest little lisp, "Excite me, mitther, do
>you keep widdle Wabbits?"
>
>As the shopkeeper's heart melts,. He gets down on his
>knees, so that he's on her level, and asks, "Do you
>want a widdle white wabbit or a thoft and fuwwy bwack
>wabbit or maybe one like that cute widdle bwown wabbit
>over there?"
>
>She, in turn blushes, rocks on her heels, puts her
>hands on her knees, leans forward and says in a quiet
>voice, "I don't fink my pet pyfon weally gives a thit.
AKA Krampus
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Photo
- Bacon Torpedo
- Location: Aurora, CO
I'm surprised not one of the ladies posted the
Rabbit vibrator. What do you mean, there aren't any women in here? The rabbit died? What the heck does that mean?
Rabbit vibrator. What do you mean, there aren't any women in here? The rabbit died? What the heck does that mean?
"Brought to you, by Carl's Jr."
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maniacles
- Ayatollah of Mayhem
- Location: ground zero
- Contact:
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Ames
- Megachiroptera Übermench
- Location: Denver, CO in MY OWN DAMN HOUSE!
- Contact:
Otaku provide their version of the Easter Bunny. 
The newest paint-by-numbers project.
Young Bobby enters a new phase of his life as he first contemplates getting a little tail.Cheers,
Ames.
Whatever doesn't kill you, only makes you...stranger!
Quid Ita Serius?
You never know how much you appreciate your civil liberties until they've been violated.
Ames.
Whatever doesn't kill you, only makes you...stranger!
Quid Ita Serius?
You never know how much you appreciate your civil liberties until they've been violated.