ADMIN Sniping and nasty exchanges on the forum - FF to post 324

Ractivist

Ractivist

Pride comes before the fall.....Pride month ended.
TMI....PDA..... it's everywhere.... Duck Dennis, duck and run...for all your life. Bumblepuff has covertly sent you a message.
 
Kathy in FL

Kathy in FL

Administrator
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bracketquant said:
Dennis ain't here, to chew my butt.

So, what does TMI mean?
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Started out as the kids using it ... TMI = too much info ... usually means I reeaaalllyyyy didn't need to hear that. Sometimes it is funny and sometimes ... er ... nope ... just really don't want to know what someone is sharing. Kinda like a verbal need for eyebleach.
 
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Bumblepuff

Veteran Member
bracketquant said:
Dennis ain't here, to chew my butt.

So, what does TMI mean?​
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"TMI is an acronym for Too Much Information. TMI can signify many other phrases, names, and other things in different
countries. In this case TMI is about people sharing excessive details about stuff in their lives, about others, or whatever
pops like cherry bubblegum into their noggins as they ramble on and on, like my friend Boolah. Boolah is quite a char-
acter, like the capital letter "O", only wider. Boolah is rotund, but she handles her weight like a Ginsu Samurai chef in a
Chinese restaurant packed with live chickens destined for the searing woks of death. One day she knocked on my front
door because my back door was blocked by a wino out stone cold. She was wearing a purple hat with three long pink
feathers. No, not the wino. She had a newspaper hat, the kind you can float on puddles after a heavy rainstorm, or in
abandoned buildings where the roof leaks. She was slouched in her own puddle. Anyway, Boolah saw the look in my
eyes and laughed. Her belly wiggled like a bowl full of yogurt. I know that sounds odd, but I don't like jelly, and Santa
looks creepy. Yes, I had a traumatic experience as a little girl when I sat on his lap in a mall and lost control of my wee
bladder. His elves nearby snickered, but Santa was really pissed! Anyway, I asked Boolah, 'Why are you wearing that
bizarre hat? The purple looks like felt from a RINO, but those feathers are so puffy and fluffy, like clouds that resemble
feathers. Are those real feathers plucked illegally from a tropical bird, or fake feathers that contain harmful chemicals?
Yes, I loved those feathers.' Wait a second, why do you want to know about feathers? Do you want to tickle my fancy?"​
 
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bracketquant

Veteran Member
Bumblepuff said:
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"TMI is an acronym for Too Much Information. TMI can signify many other phrases, names, and other things in different
countries. In this case TMI is about people sharing excessive details about stuff in their lives, about others, or whatever
pops like cherry bubblegum into their noggins as they ramble on and on, like my friend Boolah. Boolah is quite a char-
acter, like the capital letter "O", only wider. Boolah is rotund, but she handles her weight like a Ginsu Samurai chef in a
Chinese restaurant packed with live chickens destined for the searing woks of death. One day she knocked on my front
door because my back door was blocked by a wino out stone cold. She was wearing a purple hat with three long pink
feathers. No, not the wino. She had a newspaper hat, the kind you can float on puddles after a heavy rainstorm, or in
abandoned buildings where the roof leaks. She was slouched in her own puddle. Anyway, Boolah saw the look in my
eyes and laughed. Her belly wiggled like a bowl full of yogurt. I know that sounds odd, but I don't like jelly, and Santa
looks creepy. Yes, I had a traumatic experience as a little girl when I sat on his lap in a mall and lost control of my wee
bladder. His elves nearby snickered, but Santa was really pissed! Anyway, I asked Boolah, 'Why are you wearing that
bizarre hat? The purple looks like felt from a RINO, but those feathers are so puffy and fluffy, like clouds that resemble
feathers. Are those real feathers plucked illegally from a tropical bird, or fake feathers that contain harmful chemicals?
Yes, I loved those feathers.' Wait a second, why do you want to know about feathers? Do you want to tickle my fancy?"​
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"... my back door was blocked by a wino" is TMI, for me.
 
jed turtle

jed turtle

a brother in the Lord
Marthanoir said:
Jeez the Mods are out in force, y'all done it now....

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Something like this happened when I was a teen growing in my papermill town in Maine, the time the greasers got pissed abut something (never did find out about what) and they flipped over a state troopers vehicle. Holy crap! Ya shoulda seen that town in abut an hour, the whole place was just filled with trooper cars and blue lights everywhere! so....what happened this time?
 
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Marthanoir

TB Fanatic
jed turtle said:
Something like this happened when I was a teen growing in my papermill town in Maine, the time the greasers got pissed abut something (never did find out about what) and they flipped over a state troopers vehicle. Holy crap! Ya shoulda seen that town in abut an hour, the whole place was just filled with trooper cars and blue lights everywhere! so....what happened this time?
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Thats from a film by The Who, Quadrophenia .

Its about the Mods vs Rockers that was rife in the UK during the 60's
 
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raven

TB Fanatic
Here is a handy "tip".

Very simply . . . "Log out"

When you log out you can still read most threads - the important ones anyway.

However . . . and here is the trick . . . when you read a post that ignites the main thrusters and you are ready to go off . . .

"You can't simply click reply and start pounding on the keyboard like a chimpanzee."

First, you have to log in. Which takes you to home page.
Second, you have to click one of the links that will present the current threads.
Third, you have to find the offending thread.
Fourth, you have to find the offending post.
Fifth . . . you are trying to remember what you logged in for, you are kind of sleepy, and it feels like time for a nap.
Sixth, you wake up a hour later refreshed and someone else has already taken the bait, got sent to time out, and the thread has moved on to new offenses.

Problem solved.
 
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