Mod Intro

This got interesting. We have a hillbilly with attack dogs and cats that will help him enforce law and order and t&cs (I guess), somebody that's not CIA or an Australian cross dressing astronaut (although he didn't deny being a man in black ), a computer program (Skynet or is it HAL), and a paranoid sea bird.

Hey, you asked.

a reply to: seagull

I keep trying to tell them not to ask, but they don't ever listen.

a reply to: seagull
a reply to: Zaphod58

I'm not saying that I'm disappointed.

The plot thickens;

MIB is operating an computer program to control hillbillies with attack cats and dogs to terrorize and create paronoia in seagulls????
Now we just need the resident advertising genuis to come tell us how this is all to bring us world peace.............que the Overlord of skepticism

a reply to: Pappa_Bear

I wish I could star that. Damn, that was funny.

originally posted by: Skid Mark
a reply to: Pappa_Bear

I wish I could star that. Damn, that was funny.

Agreed. Click on THIS if you truly care!!

a reply to: Wookiep

i truly cared. walkinsilence and mods are already galaxies on their own


*Love for moderation. That is the key to long-lasting love. Too fast is as bad as too slow.*


Here's to responsibility, twice a week.',

Hi, I'm Nef, and when I grow up I want to be an astronaut!

originally posted by: Springer
Hi, my name Springer and I am not, nor ever have been, a cross dressing Australian Astronaut. Nor am I a CIA agent or anything but one of the co-founders of The Above Network, LLC... As far as anyone knows. ;-)

That's exactly what a cross-dressing Australian astronaut/CIA agent trying not to blow their cover would say. I'm on to you....

a reply to: Springer

Springer your just in denial, but that's OK Dear we're here for you and love you just the way you are.
With all the ladies around here you can pick any dress you wish.

a reply to: boymonkey74

My bad I should have done a search. Sorry about that mates.

a reply to: Hefficide

I always suspected that.

Good idea Meet the mods could use a makeover.

originally posted by: Hefficide

Hi! My name is John and I am an alco... Oh, wait... wrong meet and greet.

Precious.

originally posted by: Springer
Hi, my name Springer and I am not, nor ever have been, a cross dressing Australian Astronaut. Nor am I a CIA agent or anything but one of the co-founders of The Above Network, LLC... As far as anyone knows. ;-)

Yeah well pics or it didn't happen.

LLLLLLadies and Gentlemen, i introduce to you a gorilla who needs no introduction. He is the five time champion of the county goat wrestling contest at the annual Hopping Jalapeno Jamboree, the Chief Copy Editor of the bathroom wall at the truck stop, and Team Lead down at the Piggly Wiggly. Some of you may know him for his state record in square dancing, while others may recall that unfortunate manure accident at the community picnic last year.

Love him or hate him, I introduce to you the Sultan of Simians. The Duke of Depilation. His Rotundness, bigfatfurrytexan!!!

All anyone needs to know about me:



And this is what a typical day of moderating here on ATS is like.....

Y'all are on a need to know basis, and you don't need to know.

The Mods all made a video for us and sang a song together for us


ETA: They seem a bit heavy handed though

I am Mr. Spad one the Internets most elite and highly payed shills. I also receive a small stipend from the CIA to keep ATS under control and make sure all UFO and Bigfoot photos are blurry and from far away. My father was a relentlessly self-improving boulangerie owner from Belgium with low-grade narcolepsy and a penchant for buggery. My mother was a 15 year old French prostitute named Chloe with webbed feet. My father would womanize, he would drink, he would make outrageous claims, like he invented the question mark. Sometimes, he would accuse chestnuts of being lazy – the sort of general malaise that only the genius possess and the insane lament. My childhood was typical: summers in Rangoon, luge lessons. In the spring, we’d make meat helmets. When I was insolent, I was placed in a burlap bag and beaten with reeds. Pretty standard, really.