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posted on Apr, 20 2013 @ 11:31 AM
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I have just read a post every now and then and thought.

SERIOUSLY?????



The above reply is in no way directed any one person. It's just that I read a reply every now and then, and just can't believe other peoples mind could work that way.

The logic in the post escapes me. So instead of using words that may insult the I resort to humor. I am curious how other members reply, when they can't believe what they just read.
edit on 20-4-2013 by elevatedone because: Staff will handle the rules.
edit on 20-4-2013 by rockymcgilicutty because: (no reason given)




posted on Apr, 20 2013 @ 11:38 AM
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I tend to sit there slack jawed as I read and re-read every line in offending post in attempt to understand.. I hardly reply to it, as one liners are frowned upon and all I could think to reply would be "...WTF...?".

In any case I see your point. I often find myself saying "..the fauq" while reading topics and replies on ATS..
edit on 20-4-2013 by Inquisitive1 because: I typoed. It happens..



posted on Apr, 20 2013 @ 11:45 AM
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I know that response is the way I feel when I read it.

I can't help replying with a little humor. I feel it is often taken better then.



posted on Apr, 20 2013 @ 11:53 AM
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You hit the nail on the head rocky. Some people go on the attack when they see a bizarre post. I either just laugh and ignore the posts or reply with a touch of humour..some regular bizarre posters i kinda feel sorry for. Maybe i should start a bizarre posters group where we ermmm i mean they could all meet



posted on Apr, 20 2013 @ 11:53 AM
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That was half of ATS all day yesterday Rocky

You were one of those that kept it real

For that I thank you and the others , you know who you are

Cody



posted on Apr, 20 2013 @ 11:53 AM
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Have you ever read a bizarre post and wondered if it was really meant ?


Just about every day.

I try to respect other members but it is really difficult at times. Every once in awhile someone will make a reply that is just so asinine it deserves a strong rebuttal. Unfortunately it often leads to an admonishment by a mod.

For example just the other day I was informed that under no circumstance am I to call another member an idiot. (even if they are in fact an idiot.)


So I'm always looking to expand my vocabulary especially my adjectives.
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posted on Apr, 20 2013 @ 12:06 PM
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Yep, I saw you use that photo as a reply in another thread. I gave that same look just now to see that an entire thread was devoted to it.

..there's just no words..

:-|



posted on Apr, 20 2013 @ 12:10 PM
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Originally posted by TheDoctor46
You hit the nail on the head rocky. Some people go on the attack when they see a bizarre post. I either just laugh and ignore the posts or reply with a touch of humour..some regular bizarre posters i kinda feel sorry for. Maybe i should start a bizarre posters group where we ermmm i mean they could all meet


Thank's Doc

I notice that your replies are both funny and tactful most the time.

See you in group.



posted on Apr, 20 2013 @ 12:16 PM
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Originally posted by cody599
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That was half of ATS all day yesterday Rocky

You were one of those that kept it real

For that I thank you and the others , you know who you are

Cody


Applicable





posted on Apr, 20 2013 @ 12:18 PM
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I love the posts that seem almost encrypted. You wonder if it's a language barrier keeping us from getting the point or if someone really thinks this way. Other times I just think the person might be under the influence of a substance.

I've read many posts that I had to bite my tongue and not reply because my asinine humor was about to show. Other times I let it fly so I'm sure I've given a few WTF moments out there in ATS land.



posted on Apr, 20 2013 @ 12:27 PM
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there's just no words..


That post was hurtful...........


Could you please explain your stance with a funny picture.



posted on Apr, 20 2013 @ 12:32 PM
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What ever you do don't use the universal adjective.

You can [snip] up, with that one.



posted on Apr, 20 2013 @ 12:39 PM
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edit on 20-4-2013 by NarcolepticBuddha because: Oh good lord, I can't post that pic haha



posted on Apr, 20 2013 @ 12:41 PM
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Love it


I hope it stays up!!!!

And I believe it does fit your post.

God I'm still laughing



posted on Apr, 20 2013 @ 12:45 PM
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Dear Rocky,

To answer to your post,

Twas brillig, and the slithy toves did gyre and gimble in the wabe; all mimsy were the borogoves and the mome raths outgrabe.

"Beware the Jabberwock, my son the jaws that bite, the claws that catch! beware the Jubjub bird, and shun The frumious Bandersnatch!"

He took his vorpal sword in hand; Long time the manxome foe he sought— So rested he by the Tumtum tree, And stood awhile in thought.

And, as in uffish thought he stood, the Jabberwock, with eyes of flame, came whiffling through the tulgey wood, and burbled as it came!

One, two! One, two! and through and through the vorpal blade went snicker-snack! he left it dead, and with its head he went galumphing back.

"And hast thou slain the Jabberwock? come to my arms, my beamish boy! O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay!" He chortled in his joy.

'Twas brillig, and the slithy toves did gyre and gimble in the wabe; all mimsy were the borogoves, And the mome raths outgrabe.

Burble, burble burble..


Kindest respects

Rod



posted on Apr, 20 2013 @ 12:45 PM
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Originally posted by rockymcgilicutty
I hope it stays up!!!!


Haha no. I'm not going to get banned over this thread!
Something tells me phrases like "***-gurgling mayhem" are not well-received on ATS.

I'll submit this photo instead:


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posted on Apr, 20 2013 @ 12:55 PM
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I can only reply in redneck talk.

whataheckdiyasay...boy?


Or I don't understand so I disagree.



posted on Apr, 20 2013 @ 01:01 PM
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Just thought i would add a bizarre post mate



Its the Jabberwocky poem by Lewis Carroll don't worry noone has ever understood what it means!

Kindest respects and it's off to bed for me now as i have the flu URRGGHHHHHHH

Kindest respects

Rod



posted on Apr, 20 2013 @ 01:02 PM
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I'll see your Jabberwock
And raise you a white knight

Alice was walking beside the White Knight in Looking Glass Land.

'You are sad.' the Knight said in an anxious tone: 'let me sing you a song to comfort you.'

'Is it very long?' Alice asked, for she had heard a good deal of poetry that day.

'It's long.' said the Knight, 'but it's very, very beautiful. Everybody that hears me sing it -
either it brings tears to their eyes, or else -'

'Or else what?' said Alice, for the Knight had made a sudden pause.

'Or else it doesn't, you know. The name of the song is called 'Haddocks' Eyes.''

'Oh, that's the name of the song, is it?' Alice said, trying to feel interested.

'No, you don't understand,' the Knight said, looking a little vexed. 'That's what the name
is called. The name really is 'The Aged, Aged Man.''

'Then I ought to have said 'That's what the song is called'?' Alice corrected herself.

'No you oughtn't: that's another thing. The song is called 'Ways and Means' but that's only
what it's called, you know!'

'Well, what is the song then?' said Alice, who was by this time completely bewildered.

'I was coming to that,' the Knight said. 'The song really is 'A-sitting On a Gate': and the
tune's my own invention.'

So saying, he stopped his horse and let the reins fall on its neck: then slowly beating time
with one hand, and with a faint smile lighting up his gentle, foolish face, he began:

I'll tell thee everything I can;
There's little to relate.
I saw an aged, aged man,
A-sitting on a gate.
'Who are you, aged man?' I said,
' And how is it you live?'
And his answer trickled through my head
like water through a sieve.

He said 'I look for butterflies
That sleep among the wheat:
I make them into mutton pies,
And sell them in the street.
I sell them unto men,' he said,
'Who sail on stormy seas;
And that's the way I get my bread -
A trifle if you please.'

But I was thinking of a plan
To dye one's whiskers green,
And always use so large a fan
That they could not be seen.
So, having no reply to give
To what the old man said,
I cried, 'Come tell me how you live!'
And thumped him on the head.

His accents mild took up the tale:
He said, 'I go my ways,
And when I find a mountain-rill,
I set it in a blaze;
And thence they make a stuff they call
Rowland's Macassar Oil -
Yet twopence-halfpenny is all
They give me for my toil.'


But I was thinking of a way
To feed one's self on batter,
And so go on from day to day
Getting a little fatter.
I shook him well from side to side
Until his face was blue:
'Come tell me how you live,' I cried,
'And what it is you do!'

He said 'I hunt for haddocks' eyes
Among the heather bright,
And work them into waistcoat buttons
In the silent night.
And these I do not sell for gold
Or coin of silvery shine,
But for a copper halfpenny,
And that will purchase nine.

'I sometimes dig for buttered rolls,
Or set limed twigs for crabs;
I sometimes search for grassy knolls
For wheels of hansom-cabs.
And that's the way' (he gave a wink)
'By which I get my wealth -
And very gladly will I drink
Your Honour's noble health.'

I heard him then, for I had just
Completed my design
To keep the Menai Bridge from rust
By boiling it in wine.
I thanked him much for telling me
The way he got his wealth,
But chiefly for the wish that he
Might drink my noble health.

And now if e'er by chance I put
My fingers into glue,
Or madly squeeze a right-hand foot
Into a left-hand shoe,
Or if I drop upon my toe
A very heavy weight,
I weep, for it reminds me so
Of that old man I used to know -
Whose look was mild, whose speech was slow
Whose hair was whiter than the snow,
Whose face was very like a crow,
With eyes, like cinders, all aglow,
Who seemed distracted with his woe,
Who rocked his body to and fro,
And muttered mumblingly and low,
As if his mouth were full of dough,
Who snorted like a buffalo -
That summer evening long ago
A-sitting on a gate.


As the Knight sang the last words of the ballad, he gathered up the reins, and turned his horse's head along the road by which they had come.

:
Cody



posted on Apr, 20 2013 @ 01:24 PM
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I have.And then not clicked on it-or,if it looked so flat-out-batfeces insane that No one could help-i mean,i Gotta see that
that i just Had to-then i don't comment,as in if you have nothing nice to say-just don't day anything.I mean,i can choose to post,and only say "Ehh????" but thats hardly helpful


The important thing is to realise:"It takes Many to make One"
not trying to one-up Mooji,but one has to respect people for what they want to put across(and i seriosly did wake up one morning last year,with some invisible one saying those exact words in my ear,just as i was "surfacing"-wow experience,anyway)-unless its hateful,and if it's on more subjective stuff,i feel like it hurts no one to read an absurd-sounding title thread.









 
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