OH website stuff ***##!!**%%###!!

Hi guys, A little fyi for ya that I found on the main board--you know, the one with the tears and colorful fonts, gosh gee whiz my cat's best friend has a hernia!!!! First, the site will be closed down for work from 10pm to 1am PST and second there is a new profanity filter. Whew! What a relief. I was getting so shocked. Shocked, I say, shocked. Don't why this info isn't posted here, so here is the url of the main forum if you don't already have it. http://www.obesityhelp.com/forums/amos Check out the top items. If that doesn't work, then ##*&^%%###***&&#*!!!!!!!!!!!!.

Why do we need a profanity filter... we might as well break Baja's fingers tuna farm is not profane is it??? Russ

That's Tuna Town, Russ......  

Baja, Thanks for the Tuna Town clarification. I was having trouble finding tuna farm on my Google map.

Russ, Would the filter kick in you had said we might as well break Baja's "fingers." Or did you mean finger fingers instead of those other "fingers"?

Let's see if the filter works: Eat, bite, **** **** gobble, nibble, chew. Nipple, bosom, hairpie, finger **** screw. Moose pud, cat crack, orangatang tit. Owl ***** pecker snot, bucket full of **** Testing 1, 2, 3............

Now that is some funny ****  right there. . . . . .  Taz

You have such a way with words, JFish. BwaHahahahaha!!

I can't claim that as my own. My best friend in HS went to West Point and during the summers they went through regular army training in the different major areas of warfare. One summer was infantry, the next was artilary, and then another summer was armor. He ended up going air calvary. Anyway, one time he comes home for a break after spending the summer in infantry training, and we're drinking a bunch of beer, and he starts singing these marching chants that all the soldiers would sing while they were marching or jogging. I was intrigued by the amount of vulgarity that could be inserted in to one chant. That little ditty above was the chorus to his favorite. The verses in between talked about going to a bar, and then the next verse talked about getting hammered, and then the next one talked about everybody getting naked, and then the next one talked about getting an orgy going, and then the last verse contained info that served as the punch line that there were nothing but men in the bar. It was entertaining as hell to my civilian ass, so being as how we were both howling at the moon drunk by then, I had him repeat it enough times that I learned it myself. I don't remember any of the verses any more but I still remember the chorus. In today's PC army, I doubt that they officially sanction that much vulgarity or acknowledge that there might be any humor found in the level of discomfort surrounding a same-sex orgy.

Now that sure is a sweet little poem, Jfish.  Do you mind if I borrow it for my Valentine's Day card message?