Thank you, Dear God, for bringing back the forum. I know I said things I shouldn't, and I made some BIG mistakes, but that's all over now, and I'm sorry for talking about Mr. Cleese's enormous charisma, which shines like the brightest star in our universe and maybe in other universes elsewhere. Thank you! Thank you Dear God, for Naughty O who must have helped fix this, if not technically, at least by her sunshiny outlook.
Yes, they stopped me from kicking the dead cat and feeling unceremoneously dumped. We are glad you are back forum. Was Foote with you? She has been very Naughty of late...hormones. I think the silver is in the special hiding place, Kisch. *Looks in special hiding place* No. Just some old hydes! The silver is accounted for.
Thrilled we are back! It would be the epitome of irony that when some of our motley crew met in person the energy from that convocation blew up the servers! Someone please put the penguin back on the television and all is well!!
Well there's some sort of "Jack Cheese" lurking around here right now... Hello Jack (or user of Jack's account)! We're all fine and dandy here! Would you like a balloon?
It was. And he's the one who unleashed the secret "Easter egg" that the programmers inserted into this forum:
- Clicked the left mouse button twice - twaddle your nose - type "jc" - lift right cheek off chair - click the lemur in the logo at the top of the screen - lift left cheek off chair - count to 8 - sneeze once - speak into your computer microphone and spell out the word "crikey" - then hit CTRL-ALT-DELETE.
This automatically brings down the forum for over half a day. The created this "back door" so they could stop spammers and swearers if the British Censor Board arrived for a snap inspection.
PS. If you counted to 8 "after" sneezing once, in other words doing things out of order, the whole entire world would have blown up!
He sold all sorts of ballons. He sold looney ballons and pink and blue balloons. Balloons for every spot, balloons for what you've got. Baloons, baloons balloons. Then one day, while selling in the park...
He sniffed something with his overly sensitive nose. It was a sort of sweet smell, it reminded him of something... Not quite sure what. And that's when he saw...
Then he went to a disco and while doing the wobble, everybody on the dance floor stopped and looked at his shiny butt. "Disgusting!" they pointed. "Look at his red butt!""Why does it look like that?" "WHY?" screamed the baboon while grabbing and popping all the party balloons. "YOU WANT TO KNOW WHY MY BUTT IS RED? TAKE A LOOK AT YOUR OWN BUTTS RIGHT NOW!" and they did. They gasped in horror. Somehow during the dance the baboon had painted all of their butts dark red or neon blue. Worse, while they were looking at their butts and each other's butts, the baboon took all their wallets and purses and
And their hotdogs. He took all of the wieners that were being served at the party and stringed them together, using his super-stringing abilities, to make a wiener raft.
Uh, yes, a weiner raft that just couldn't go straight. Up and down the Mississippi River it tried to float constantly pushed by the tides, as the rubber doll, baboon and balloons could not paddle and the other balloon butts could only talk and criticize the poor rubber doll who was only trying his best. (He was never taught how to row since it wasn't in family genes.) Up and down that river they floated singing old Gershwein songs and telling the baboon that his butt wasn't really ugly. But one by one they strted to complain about being hungry. "Does anyone know how to fish" they started asking each other? "There are all of these fish in the Mississippi and we do not know how to catch them," this bunch of male mishaps cried.
Uh, yes, melons. Great big fat meloons found only on the hard working ladies on the banks of the Mississippi. "Melons,melons. Come buy your melons from me," they sang as the raft went back and forth on the Mississippi. Scratching their forheads, the raftmen wondered what kind of melons they meant? Watermelons, catalopes, cumquates, or grapes.
Accidentally, the baboon, who sold balloons, tied one of the melons instead of a balloon, and he wanted to let it to fly up. He threw the melon upwards, but the gravitation attracted back towards the ground. Unluckily, the melon landed on the top of the baboon's head, which left him unconscious.
What he forgot was that the melon (cantalope) was attached to one of the river boat ladies selling her fruit on the Mississippi River bank. Ouch, ouch, ouch she whimpered for a moment before seeing this big grizzle, hairy baboon under her gasping for air and conscienceness. "Oh, poor baby" she cried and started to breath into his mouth trying her CPR learned at melon saving school. Then she saw the big shiny ugly butt under his tail..."Ohh, baby, that is some ugly butt you got there! Where you get that thing?" she cried as she continued her CPR, blowing and pumping as fast as possible to keep him alive. She finally talked the cumquate lady into taking over this most arduous job.