I feel as if we're biding our time until we can roast the three loonies.
Speaking of roasts, I'm pretty sure those kitten images were accompanied with captions of mourning, not glee. But that's all ancient history now.
Now, how do I articulate my thoughts on all this....
I must admit, we in the tavern almost perpetually toe the line between irreverency and irresponsibility. Thankfully, this goes on without harming the sanity of most outsiders, merely cultivating the existing mental illness running around in our own heads. I can't exactly apologize for anyone's conduct, as I lack the humility or awareness of the situation. What I can say is that the tavern isn't a wannabe /b/ (Wanna/b/?) out to create trouble. We're simply too lazy to do so. How people can tie those two together is beyond me. The reasons for deletion (Presumably, the sheer volume of profanity), and the reasons for the bans (Obstinance and random defiancy) are entirely separate.
As with any official-sounding statement, this is not directed t'wards anyone in particular, bla, blarh. Maybe I'm just thin-skinned enough to truly care about a misdirected opinion, but I've done my best to keep this post Sunday-School quality. Retreating back to the booze now.
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