The forum...

[stogie bear]

OK - now that the fuss has died down... what do you REALLY THINK!

[Guest]

My choice was not there

"when is this forum moving to Yahoo"?

[post-op lover]

Hey Stogie, thanks for thinking of me. I see that my option is leading the pack (well, tied with another). MMmm, then again, I think a forum for post-op lovers will be me talking into a void.

[allstar88]

OK - now that the fuss has died down... what do you REALLY THINK!

I`M MISSING THE VIRTUAL PUB ALREADY THE P.C. BRIGADE WIN AGAIN   DAZ.

[oilbaron]

Good to see the forum lives on, history should not of been made of this as itwould have been a sad day!, Although it would have another excuse for a piss up on the anniversary every week! Na i am glad its staying, nice one chaps, I do like to browse the forum every day i am at home.
Cheets

[stogie bear]

It's not the PC brigade taking credit for the decision to dump 'The Virtual Pub.' The title of the forum is "News Views and Ladyboys!" We are not an uptight bunch of PC advocates at all. In fact we always allow for a certain amount of latitude with our posters and we will continue to do so.

It's really a question about how some people behave on another persons property and how the property owner decides to react. This is not a free and independent forum where you can post about all and everything. It belongs to someone who pays for it to be here.

The Virtual Pub was simply an invitation to post about things that are accomodated better on other forums around the internet and shouldn't really be here.

I think sacrificing the Pub is a lot better than dumping the whole format for that horrible forum we had in the past where you could only post bulleted one liners which were read by the same 4 people every week or so!

I wore out 20 computer mice clicking through that dreadful thing!

It's a small price to pay to keep what we have here.

[Guest]

"You remember Antwan Rockamora?

Half-black, half-Samoan, usta call

him Tony Rocky Horror."

"Yeah maybe, fat right?"

"I wouldn't go so far as to call the

brother fat. He's got a weight

problem. What's the ###### gonna

do, he's Samoan."

"I think I know who you mean, what

about him?"

"Well, Marsellus fucked his ass up

good. And word around the

campfire, it was on account of

Marsellus Wallace's wife."

"What'd he do, fuck her?"

"No no no no no no no, nothin' that

bad."

"Well what then?'

"He gave her a foot massage."

"A foot massage?"

"Yes."

"That's all?"

"Yes."

"What did Marsellus do?"

"Sent a couple of guys over to his

place. They took him out on the

patio of his apartment, threw his

ass over the balcony. ###### fell

four stories. They had this garden

at the bottom, enclosed in glass,

like one of them greenhouses --

###### fell through that. Since

then, he's kinda developed a speech

impediment."

"That's a damn shame.

Still I hafta say, play with

matches, ya get burned."

"Whaddya mean?"

"You don't be givin' Marsellus

Wallace's new bride a foot massage."

"You don't think he overreacted?"

"Antwan probably didn't expect

Marsellus to react like he did, but

he had to expect a reaction."

"It was a foot massage, a foot

massage is nothing, I give my

mother a foot massage."

"It's laying hands on Marsellus

Wallace's new wife in a familiar

way. Is it as bad as eatin' her

out -- no, but you're in the same

fuckin' ballpark."

"Whoa...whoa...whoa...stop right

there. Eatin' a bitch out, and

givin' a bitch a foot massage ain't

even the same fuckin' thing."

"Not the same thing, the same

ballpark."

"It ain't no ballpark either. Look

maybe your method of massage

differs from mine, but touchin' his

lady's feet, and stickin' your

tongue in her holyiest of holyies,

ain't the same ballpark, ain't the

same league, ain't even the same

fuckin' sport. Foot massages don't

mean shit."

"Have you ever given a foot massage?"

"Don't be tellin' me about foot

massages -- I'm the fuckin' foot

master."

"Given a lot of 'em?"

"Shit yeah. I got my technique down

man, I don't tickle or nothin'."

"Have you ever given a guy a foot

massage?"

"Fuck you."

"How many?"

"Fuck you."

"Would you give me a foot massage --

I'm kinda tired."



"Man, you best back off, I'm gittin'

pissed -- this is the door."