Why cakewalk forum always try to remove a negative reaction about x1 from the forum

Hope you're happy...

I DIDNTSEE ANYPOSTS REMOVED EXCEPT YOURS...sorry caps..you need to learn to play nice..there are plenty of negetive comments on here.they just dont have the F-word like yours do.

spacey


I really like Butterfinger candy bars but I don't think
I've ever had one that wasn't busted up and dropped
crumbs everywhere....sometimes I think about that and
get a Snickers instead. I don't think I've ever mentioned
that before now.

And here I was hesitant to mention this too as I thought I was the only one this happened to.

spacey


I really like Butterfinger candy bars but I don't think
I've ever had one that wasn't busted up and dropped
crumbs everywhere....sometimes I think about that and
get a Snickers instead. I don't think I've ever mentioned
that before now.

Spacey, we all have our crosses to bare, some do so with dignity and grace others, well lets just leave it to them.
 
 
Please Mr. Moderator Sir respectfully we do not want or need this type of thread here in the Coffee house. 
 
We is all respectful peeps here, it turns the milk and spoils the atmosphere.  Thanks.

This forum needs another level of sub-basement below CH.

LOL Strummy!!
It seems as though the CH is the final dumping ground....they could easily set up a forum just for Ranting!! (Like a Junk/Spam Folder)

MNorman


How about a forum recycle bin?

Just think of the opportunities for he who's name should not be mentioned when counting posts.

chuckebaby



the ones you got to suck the chocholate out of.

Dont use suck and belg  in the same sentence or forum.....****





*** redundant

Mesh

Just guessing....does the name have 4 letters?
Does it start with B and end in (U or G)?
Is one witty and the other is just a pity?
 

Beag?
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

 
 

You know how some threads are better after they've been completely derailed?  That seems to be true of nearly all posts dumped down here from upstairs.  I can see why that might make some of the upstairs residents feel upset when they see our improvements to their threads.  They may feel intimidated, knowing their work will be read and subsequently derailed by some of the greatest literary minds of some point in history.

It's okay.  They may have been denied a Butterfinger in the past.  Perhaps it failed to descend properly when correct change was inserted in the vending machine.  Perhaps a parent decided that it might spoil their carefully prepared nutritious dinner of Armadillo Pie.  Perhaps they were severely traumatized as a child in a Butterfinger-related incident. 

You know the one I'm talking about.  I mean, that time you held a wrapped Butterfinger in your hands.  The picture on the front looked delicious.  You may have thought of the advertising you had seen, depicting a transcendent life experience as one bit into this glorious candy bar.  Carefully, you gently tore open the wrapper.  As you caught your first glimpse of the exquisite triumph of taste sensations known as a Butterfinger, tragedy struck.  You can still see it in horrific, stunned, silent slow motion.  Your beloved Butterfinger bar literally crumbled before your eyes.  "Nnnnnooooooo!!!!!" you screamed in disbelief.  In the same way the candy fell in broken pieces and lay shattered on the ground, so lay your dreams, your hope for the future, and your very soul.  As disbelief slowly gave way to anger, you railed futilly against the injustice, the calamity, and the sheer horror of it all.  Eventually, anger burned out, leaving only an emptiness in the pit of your stomach - a soul sucking black hole of despair slowly eating you alive.  A sense of loss, betrayal, and hopeless grief overwhelmed you.  Somewhere, deep within the blackest corners of your broken soul, a charred chunk of despair slowly hardened into bitterness.

And that's how threads are started upstairs.

Bubba....if I may....didn't you leave out the part when their mom yelled....
"don't put your eye out with that Butterfinger!" ?

Mesh

UbiquitousBubba


You know how some threads are better after they've been completely derailed?  That seems to be true of nearly all posts dumped down here from upstairs.  I can see why that might make some of the upstairs residents feel upset when they see our improvements to their threads.  They may feel intimidated, knowing their work will be read and subsequently derailed by some of the greatest literary minds of some point in history.

It's okay.  They may have been denied a Butterfinger in the past.  Perhaps it failed to descend properly when correct change was inserted in the vending machine.  Perhaps a parent decided that it might spoil their carefully prepared nutritious dinner of Armadillo Pie.  Perhaps they were severely traumatized as a child in a Butterfinger-related incident. 

You know the one I'm talking about.  I mean, that time you held a wrapped Butterfinger in your hands.  The picture on the front looked delicious.  You may have thought of the advertising you had seen, depicting a transcendent life experience as one bit into this glorious candy bar.  Carefully, you gently tore open the wrapper.  As you caught your first glimpse of the exquisite triumph of taste sensations known as a Butterfinger, tragedy struck.  You can still see it in horrific, stunned, silent slow motion.  Your beloved Butterfinger bar literally crumbled before your eyes.  "Nnnnnooooooo!!!!!" you screamed in disbelief.  In the same way the candy fell in broken pieces and lay shattered on the ground, so lay your dreams, your hope for the future, and your very soul.  As disbelief slowly gave way to anger, you railed futilly against the injustice, the calamity, and the sheer horror of it all.  Eventually, anger burned out, leaving only an emptiness in the pit of your stomach - a soul sucking black hole of despair slowly eating you alive.  A sense of loss, betrayal, and hopeless grief overwhelmed you.  Somewhere, deep within the blackest corners of your broken soul, a charred chunk of despair slowly hardened into bitterness.

And that's how threads are started upstairs.

Is this about the Royal Wedding?

I thought it was a costume ball.

Spacey, you're right.  Of course, I also left out the part where someone accidentally maimed their Butterfinger with a handgun under a pillow.  The part where all the other kids in the neighborhood jumped off a cliff didn't seem relevant, however. 

That's why these threads require multiple authors. 

bapu

Mesh

UbiquitousBubba


You know how some threads are better after they've been completely derailed?  That seems to be true of nearly all posts dumped down here from upstairs.  I can see why that might make some of the upstairs residents feel upset when they see our improvements to their threads.  They may feel intimidated, knowing their work will be read and subsequently derailed by some of the greatest literary minds of some point in history.

It's okay.  They may have been denied a Butterfinger in the past.  Perhaps it failed to descend properly when correct change was inserted in the vending machine.  Perhaps a parent decided that it might spoil their carefully prepared nutritious dinner of Armadillo Pie.  Perhaps they were severely traumatized as a child in a Butterfinger-related incident. 

You know the one I'm talking about.  I mean, that time you held a wrapped Butterfinger in your hands.  The picture on the front looked delicious.  You may have thought of the advertising you had seen, depicting a transcendent life experience as one bit into this glorious candy bar.  Carefully, you gently tore open the wrapper.  As you caught your first glimpse of the exquisite triumph of taste sensations known as a Butterfinger, tragedy struck.  You can still see it in horrific, stunned, silent slow motion.  Your beloved Butterfinger bar literally crumbled before your eyes.  "Nnnnnooooooo!!!!!" you screamed in disbelief.  In the same way the candy fell in broken pieces and lay shattered on the ground, so lay your dreams, your hope for the future, and your very soul.  As disbelief slowly gave way to anger, you railed futilly against the injustice, the calamity, and the sheer horror of it all.  Eventually, anger burned out, leaving only an emptiness in the pit of your stomach - a soul sucking black hole of despair slowly eating you alive.  A sense of loss, betrayal, and hopeless grief overwhelmed you.  Somewhere, deep within the blackest corners of your broken soul, a charred chunk of despair slowly hardened into bitterness.

And that's how threads are started upstairs.

Is this about the Royal Wedding?

 
I thought it was a complete load of balls.

 
One thinks that one has fixed it.

musicman100


I just ran Bubbas post through the Google translator



now that was funny....

In The Queens English?


I imagine it was funny because of all the extra u's?