Curb Feelers takes offense.....

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Major Humvee: Lester, you pompus pig's ass. You and that militant lawn gnome can go suck on a gas can. Give you my ID? What the fuck for? So you can show up at my house and get your silly ass beat? Why don't you go back to your altar boys and leave people the fuck alone? And STOP posting those damn pictures!!!!!

Joepin: Wait man, I need to send in my ID. That's not cool man. I think I"m totally gonna bug out back to the Isle where people just be there for the sake of being there. Why does everyone have to stick their nose in everyone's business man? Just chill out. Just chill way out.

LilyAnne: I think it's a great idea. Then we'll know who's ass to kick when they step over the line. Maybe we can post the assholes on Curb Feelers?

AGREE AGREE AGREE AGREE

AGREE AGREE AGREE

Pope Lester: No one said we were going to check IDs. Everyone just calm down. We're monitoring Curb Feelers doing 'background checks' on people we think are 'suspicious'.

That's all. To keep out the terrorists who assaulted our community with truth and facts, shattering the illusion we spent so many months creating.

Duhsure: Makes perfect sense. Considering the lack of proof, the absence of their presence here and the ongoing refusal to come here and let us toy with them regardless of our attempts to prod them with lame insults and half-retarded alts... I think they're going to start shit anytime. Let's get those walls up and grab the pitchforks.

Pope Lester the First...

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Pope Lester: Now that Larry has entrusted me with the community, I have created this admin account to overlord, I mean separate myself from my usual posting persona.

As my first holy act, I am promoting Antman to moderator status, in an effort to clean up this place. So I suggest the rumors about me stop, or else you'll be on your knees, begging for forgiveness if you catch what I'm sayin.

Some of you should PM me about confessional, and repent your sins. I'll be digging through the other PMs at my leisure, but don't worry about that, I'm a man of the cloth, and people like me.

Sheriff Antman: Wouldn't be a bad idea to start weedin' out the undesirables around deez here parts. I think we'll lock down some more threads and force ID when you register. How'd that be? Then we know where to go when it's time to deliver the bat.

All those hoodlums on that other place better just stay over there with the rest of the losers, or it's frame-ups and hackjobs for the lotta ya.

Now let's talk more about the right to gay pr0n. There's clearly not enough of it at Curb Feelers.

Larry hits the road (thank god).....

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Larry: So I finally talked someone into letting me drive their truck (more money for Keystone yeehaw)! I'm off to grab a big bottle-o-meth from the corner and then I'm slappin' the pavement for the a bit.

Lester's in charge, since some of ya'll think Dr. Scott is biased and shit, you can't argue with the priest right? Whatever Lester says goes, until I get back. He can cornhole the shit out of you if you don't watch yer shit.

Vanilla: Aww Larry be safe sweetie. Be careful driving, don't fall asleep at the wheel. I'll get on me knees and say something to the invisble skyman for you, take your laptop and let us know you're ok now and then. We'll be here when you get back. HUGS

Insane Slut: That's nice Larry. So I was in the store today and this guy was checking me out, talking about how hot I was. He said I was awesome and wanted my number but I laughed in his face because he was so beneath me.

Perish: I read somewhere that taking meth is good for the skin.

An apology from Larry (again).....

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Larry: I just wanted to come out here and publicly say that I am sorry for being such a drunken douchebag over the last few days. I've been pounding back twelvers of Keystone like it's going off sale, the place is going all to hell. Everyone is fightin' and brawlin', and there's a group of hatemongers trying to make us out to look like the buttsniffers we are.

We're too stupid to put it together, too pigheaded to ask for help, and too stubborn to admit when we acted like a big group of ignorant sheep shaggers when we should have just been grown-ups. I know that someday this will all sink in and I'll realize what a stupid redneck monkey boner I've been, but until that happens, bottoms up right? (BURP)(HIC)

A conversation with Forken.....

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Joepin: So, Forken man, what's that lame ass talking about man? Do we have all of that fancy stuff over here to keep out the boners man? Did you see that guy over here talking shit. Wow he's really pissed off man. He should just toke one and mellow out.

Camisa Roja: Can't we just put up some kind of protective shield or something to keep out those puto pendejos? I can't believe with all of the technology we have that it's not possible to thwart the enemy.

And Larry, dear child, take a breathe man and lay off the booze, honestly. Obvio troll es obvio.

Forken: Yeah Joepin don't sweat it. Unlike some other places, we didn't use the most exploit ridden, totally useless, outdated, insecure pile of shit software we could find out of the bargain bin at Transmitter Hut..... we built this from the ground up, with solid tech and security in mind.

Most of the administration is handled by automatic scripts and programs that have little or no human interaction, and moderators/admins do not have full access to databases, because that's just stupid right?

And we don't have the site built for Internet Exploder, because anyone using Internet Exploder at this point should just take their computer outside in the rain and drown themselves, because they're fucking up the Internet for everyone with a brain.

How did they know it was us?

Private Conversation between LilyAnne, Larry.....

LilyAnne: Great they know who we are! How the hell did they figure that out Larry? You said that MegaRedNeckProxy stuff would hide us.

Larry: Well yeah it does sorta. You can't really say the same shit over there that you say over here dumbass. People can put that shit together. You're just supposed to watch, not yammer on like a chi-hua-hua dog.

LilyAnne: I didn't see you keeping your fingers to yourself you ass. I came in with this brilliant scheme to post in stealth and stir the pot and you start by agreeing with everything I say. Have another twelve pack and sit on a bowling pin. Fucker.

Introducing Major Humvee: Curb Feelers Psychotic Footsoldier

Major Humvee: Curb Feelers Psychotic Footsoldier

First man in, last man out. Don't get too close to this wannabe soldier, of he'll rip your virtual head off and gut you like a fish. Off his rocker a bit from one too many blows to the head during his repeated panties raids at Larry's Mom's house, he's barely hanging onto what's left of his reality.

A major pain in the ass, Humvee has little patience, little concern, and nothing but hurtlocker for those commie bastards that kept him outta the original Curb Feelers community, Cornhole Jockeys. Don't interrupt him in a posting frenzy, or you might get skullfucked.

Introducing Camisa Roja: Isle of Misfit Posters resident sci-fi expert

Camisa Roja: Isle of Misfit Posters resident Sci-Fi Expert

Expert on all things science fiction, Camisa is the first one to be chucked into the shredder when the blows begin to fly. Usually, when he senses this coming (which isn't very often), he will attempt a mad flurry of raging destruction before committing seppuku with his phaser. When the heat is on, it's shields up, photons locked, phasers on kill and every man for himself.

"Second star to the left, and straight on till morning." - James Tiberius Kirk (Star Trek VI)

Introducing Joepin: Isle of Misfit Posters Herbal Ehtusiast

Joepin: Isle of Misfit Posters Herbal Enthusiast

Herbal Enthusiast, philosophizer, all around mellow dude. Joepin tries to be the voice of wisdom, but usually wanders off when the combat gets too heavy, because it tweaks his mellow. He'll step in to point in the direction of wisdom, and cease to bother when it's clear no one cares.

"I think pot should be legal. I don’t smoke it, but I like the smell of it." - Andy Warhol