Hee hee. What would be your worst day (in pictures)...?
I had it summed up in one picture, but it doesn't comply with forum rules.
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Last edited by KukriKhan; 01-28-2006 at 08:59.
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getting my limbs severed and then die of blood loss would suck
There, but for the grace of God, goes John Bradford
My aim, then, was to whip the rebels, to humble their pride, to follow them to their inmost recesses, and make them fear and dread us. Fear is the beginning of wisdom.
I am tired and sick of war. Its glory is all moonshine. It is only those who have neither fired a shot nor heard the shrieks and groans of the wounded who cry aloud for blood, for vengeance, for desolation.
Being gangraped, by tall, muscular, sweaty men, again and again and again...![]()
Common Unreflected Drinking Only Smartens
KukriKhan, what was the meaning of your post ?![]()
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Yeah. Is that supposed to be the worst day? When you say those things to somebody?
Last edited by Alexanderofmacedon; 01-28-2006 at 17:33.
In my imaginary worst Org day, I would wake up, log in here, and find ^^that^^ in my inbox, indicating that I had 'lost my cool' with someone, and been awarded 9 warning points, banning me 3 times over. And D.Armus asked for pictures, so I threw in Sir Beirut's axe.
Kinda like explaining a joke, huh? Seemed funny to me at the time. Sorry for the clutter.![]()
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Mine would probably involve being dumped, mugged, hit by a car and breaking some teeth on peanuts.
And possibly discovering I am allergic to peanuts afterwards.
The day my HD experiences a meltdown.
Runes for good luck:
[1 - exp(i*2π)]^-1
Dying just before M2:TW comes out.
Pictures...Originally Posted by Craterus
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I thought it was ok.Originally Posted by KukriKhan
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And you're right - never explain a joke. If you can't make them laugh, at least make them confused. Just say something to the effect of 'Oh, those warning points? Well, it was no big deal, really. I got them because once, after a mild disagreement here about photons escaping black holes or not, I drove up north to Montreal, smashed up Beirut's car with his axe, burned his shack and did his girlfriends.
I still think nine points was a bit of an overreaction'.
Yeah, I need to take a refresher course in Prevarication for Fun and Profit 101.Originally Posted by Louis VI the Fat
Or drink more.
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That's what I thought, but I wasn't sure...Originally Posted by KukriKhan
Either way it wasn't funny...![]()
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Humour is in the eye of the beholder. Either that, or people need to lighten up a bit.![]()
True story:
I woke up with a pulled neck. I didn't do anything special the day before, my neck just decided to seize up on me. So I hobbled around and tried to make myself a sandwich. That involved cutting bread. I used a sharp knife, and managed to gash my index finger so deeply I was worried the bleeding would never stop. Eventually the gust turned into a trickle, the trickle into an ooze, and then it crusted over. Whew.
That night I went to a party where I met a likely young lass. We stood out on the back porch chatting. Despite my neck and finger, I figured my luck was turning around. I was smooth. She was receptive. We were getting friendly. Then the wind picked up, and the coal of my cigarette blew off into my eye. You can't be very smooth when you're clawing at your face, screaming, "Ow! Ow! Ow!"
By the time I went to bed, I knew that I had just finished my worst day. Maybe not the most emotionally devastating, or the most meaningful loss, but far and away my most ill-omened 24 hours.
I thought it funny, and you know what they say :
Humour is a form of intelligence.
;)
Abandon all hope.
wow...thats deep
THIS IS SPAM...thumthidumtithum
I have a picture at my desk of a sock soaked in my blood from a couple of leaches.
I keep it there to remind me that no matter how bad now is, it ain't that bad.
today: took my cat to the emergency hospital, the best - it's the pet version of johns hopkins here in new york city.
3 thousand dollars later he's only halfway through the diagnosis. liquid in his lungs, so ultrasound, radioology, cat scan, xrays, bloodwork, biopsy, cystocentesis, urinalysis, cbc, chem pnl, and others on this bill i can't fully read right now.
i always told myself i wouldn't be one of those nuts who pays 20 grand for a pet's kidney transplant but now money is no object. he's been admitted to the icu hospital for observation for the next three days.
we've been together through everything, in japan, too; he goes with me everywhere (except england where they have quarantine) and now it looks like this could be it. the grief and stress are killing me right now.
I have had bad days. I mean really bad days. Nothing absolutely permanent, but the kinda days you really, really never want to have. And then I've had worse days.
As a result, I prefer to have, and dwell on, better days. Not perfect necessarily, just better.
But, just for the hell of it, I think getting gangraped by Alex and his droogs could pretty effectively sully any day.
Last edited by Reverend Joe; 01-30-2006 at 03:43.
I'm really sorry about your cat Soly, I know what you're going through. I hope he pulls through and lives another several years.
Good luck.
Last edited by Uesugi Kenshin; 01-30-2006 at 04:18.
"A man's dying is more his survivor's affair than his own."
C.S. Lewis
"So many people tiptoe through life, so carefully, to arrive, safely, at death."
Jermaine Evans
Sorry about the cat. How old is s/he?
There is a tiny positive silver lining to this when the cat pulls through you will grin at the idea that he has had a cat scan... I wonder what they call it for dogs?
sorry bout the cat
i have had bad days too...very bad days...huhuh
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Pics?
Wake up, see this flying:
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Why do you hate Freedom?
The US is marching backward to the values of Michael Stivic.
meet the new boss, same as the old boss.
i seriously doubt i would notice much difference in my day to day life.
Originally Posted by Kaiser of Arabia
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