Keep up updated on how the lawsuit is going.
Followed you here to see how it's going.
So am I stalking you?
Ain't it like most people, I'm no different. We love to talk on things we don't know about.
"The only one of us who is so significant that Jeff owes us something simply because he decided to grace us with his presence is falafel." -- All-American
GIVE 'EM HELL, BRIGHAM!
I have a pretty good handle on what this site is all about. I'm pretty far to the right of a big chunk of regular users here. That's ok. The nice thing here is if I think someone is a prick, I can say that, get if off my chest, then move on. They'll probably tell me I'm a prick back. We'll both be right. We'll both probably realize it and maybe try not to be as big a prick in the future. It's something that seems to work well here, as evidenced by the cohabitation (at least before the site name change) of UTah and BYU fans.
Remember when you were a kid...and left the front door open...and your parents yelled at you?
Who the hell left the front door open.
Please start in the religion section. Start reading some crazy shit. It's good for you.
Lifetime ban over threatening a lawsuit? That’s nothing. I got a lifetime ban for posting evidence that Jesus likely never sweat blood.
A tous, soyez les bienvenus!
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"Discipleship is not a spectator sport. We cannot expect to experience the blessing of faith by standing inactive on the sidelines any more than we can experience the benefits of health by sitting on a sofa watching sporting events on television and giving advice to the athletes. And yet for some, “spectator discipleship” is a preferred if not primary way of worshipping." -Pres. Uchtdorf
I didn't even get to formally threaten to file a lawsuit. All I got to do was post a [supposedly] private message to my friends [which obviously included a Judas] about possibly threatening a lawsuit that might return $1 in damages. That was apparently threatening enough to get my account nuked.
Ain't it like most people, I'm no different. We love to talk on things we don't know about.
"The only one of us who is so significant that Jeff owes us something simply because he decided to grace us with his presence is falafel." -- All-American
GIVE 'EM HELL, BRIGHAM!
Welcome BYUMizzou. Good to have new blood here.
"Sure, I fought. I had to fight all my life just to survive. They were all against me. Tried every dirty trick to cut me down, but I beat the bastards and left them in the ditch."
- Ty Cobb
Here is what I don't understand about all the CB castoffs: They come over here, say, "Hmm, nice little board", maybe whine about the format a bit (which always cracks me up because VBulletin is probably the single most popular board forum on the planet whereas CB is completely unique and proprietary), whine about Jefe and how he runs CB, then never come back.
I don't get it. If they really don't like how Jefe runs his board, why do they keep crawling back time after time to lick his jackboots?
I do understand the complaint about low traffic on this board. The problem is that a large percentage of the board's content is unavailable to newcomers. The hidden content is very much a double-edge sword because it gives the impression to newcomers that this board is less active than it is, but it's also nice to have a (mostly) weirdo-free and lurker-free area to post. The hidden content is both this board's blessing and curse.
"Sure, I fought. I had to fight all my life just to survive. They were all against me. Tried every dirty trick to cut me down, but I beat the bastards and left them in the ditch."
- Ty Cobb
If you want newcomers to stay, bit they can't see the 'good' stuff, maybe you need to give us the secret password sooner or something.
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Newcomers generally get the secret password once they prove they aren't complete douchenozzles and have something to contribute to the board.
Like I said, it's both a blessing (preventing trashy neighbors from walking in your front door, sitting in their underwear on your couch, and getting greasy potato chip crumbs all over your hardwood floors) and a curse (your long-lost friend who happened to be in town and drove by your house might think nobody is home because the upstairs lights are off while you're down in the rec room with your other buddies watching the game and shooting pool).
Life is full of tradeoffs...