| QUOTE (NewPearl @ Jun 8 2004, 01:28 PM) | ||
Dave; I have to agree with you on this point! Sadly, some new members tend to see E-Sangha as an arena in which to do battle, looking for confrontation on every viewpoint. ~NP |
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| I love your sugar coated way of saying "you're a n00b". Sorry for not walking on eggshells! I didn't know people would cry about what I said (hey, it's only not okay because I haven't been around for a long time). I have better shit to do then watch people suppress feelings in broken english. Enjoy your forum. |
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| I have better shit to do then watch people suppress feelings in broken english. |
| QUOTE (vicious @ Jun 8 2004, 11:36 PM) |
| I have better shit to do then watch people suppress feelings in broken english. |
| QUOTE (vicious @ Jun 8 2004, 04:36 PM) |
| I love your sugar coated way of saying "you're a n00b". Sorry for not walking on eggshells! I didn't know people would cry about what I said (hey, it's only not okay because I haven't been around for a long time). I have better shit to do then watch people suppress feelings in broken english. Enjoy your forum. |
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| The Bird and the Shit Once upon a time, there was a little bird who refused to fly south for the winter. His friends tried to convince him that winter was coming and he should go, but the little bird was adamant. Finally, his friends left on their journey, but the little bird remained behind. Pretty soon the weather turned bitter cold. The little bird began to shiver. After a while, he decided he had made a mistake, so he too headed south. But he was too late and the weather descended upon him. As he flew, ice formed on his wings. He grew more and more weary until finally he fell to earth in a cow pasture, freezing and exhausted. He was convinced he was going to die. As he lay there, freezing to death, a cow came by and crapped on him. The manure warmed his body and wings. The bird realized he would live. He was so happy, he began to sing. A cat was passing by and heard the singing. The cat dug into the manure, uncovered the bird and promptly ate him. There are three morals to this story: 1. Not everyone who shits on you is necessarily your enemy. 2. Not everyone who gets you out of the shit is necessarily your friend. 3. And, if you're happy in your own pile of shit, keep your mouth shut. |
| QUOTE (bluebonnet @ Jun 9 2004, 08:47 AM) |
| e-Sangha does not have to exist. It's not a right. It's like having a neighbor who is generous about allowing others to use their pool...I might get so used to using the pool that it feels like it's mine, but it still isn't. |
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| Someone criticized the moderators. Someone criticized the person who criticized the moderators. Someone criticized the person who criticized the person who criticized the moderators. Someone critiziced the person who criticized the person who criticized the person who criticized the moderators. Am I missing a layer in here? It's becoming like a hall of mirrors! |
| QUOTE (artless @ Jun 9 2004, 04:32 PM) |
| as much as it might piss one off to be told off by a fourteen-year-old, he was met with a bunch of straight-laced people trying to talk nasty to him. |