Thanks but you can't be a mod yet
The Report feature doesn't work right for the IG forums it never gets anything done. You have to PM Cron-Z or Pokiehl to get any mod action.
but what would u say?!?!
'hi mr pokei can i be a mod?'
i think the answer would instantly be a no... unless u were his mum/dad/partner
and all the mods on there are all over [way over] our age. [teenage] theyre all like 200 yrs old on there
I DONT GIVE A CRAP ABOUT HOW CRAP THE GRAPICS ARE I WANT THE FUUUCKING GAME OK??
i mean woah. wheeling in the big guns! go ps24life!!!
I wanna go on there and go on a swearing spree, Like post the f word on a board like 500000 times XD lol But I wont.
same. but i think theres a filter because i posted lyrics to a song. and the word 'hoe' got blanked out as soon as i hit 'post' and it wasnt a insult, it was referring to the digger 'back hoe' the one where it has the arm at the back and it has a random slopy thing at the front. AND i got a pm from some mod warning me about swearing im like 'wtf?'
it was this song:
Just passing through
Augie March
At ten o'clock is when I rise from my grave, and cast my eyes over the ideas that I couldn't save, become regret and break upon me now wave after wave, bid me remember what I done.
A strange appeal is in the magazine zodiac, what inspiration are the
women of the dog track, now there's a wheel and there's a well and there's a big rack, the perfumed killers from the north, collect each Saturday to brood and sally forth...
I don't know enough to know not to show it
Or tell it like I know more,
I'm sorry darling but your roving poet's just a bank balance troubadour, who can't sing the song anymore.
At ten o'clock is when you open up your apple eyes, and drink a cup into the one of earth the other skies, and out your mouth a tiny burst of tiny baby cries "O where o where o where did you get into to?"
A strange appeal unto a pocket where a body lay, I saw a dream of
such a couple only yesterday, when the one did leave the other went to war Enola Gay, she had a halo, was a heroine, she had a halo, was a heroine...
Well I know I'm not loathe to show it, I smile like a bandsaw, I'm sorry baby but your roving poet's just a footloose
man-****, who
can't talk the talk anymore..
We're just passing through
At ten o'clock is when I rise from my grave, and cast my eyes over the ideas that I couldn't save, become regret and break upon me now wave after wave, bid me remember what I done.
When time doesn't tear you pay a fee to make it rip, the ditch witch,
the back hoe, the bobcat, the tip, soil from the hillock spilling over on that solemn lip, it covers up the cedar mirror, do you ever see your
weakness any clearer?
We were winding up the road to the site with the windows down and
the cigarettes alight, singing some rubbish about "my soul's alright",
I didn't know what I could do...
It's just you and I and some other guy forever passing through?
We're just passing through
Like a: (gall stone)
(rat through a snake)
(little rubbish through a rake)
We're just passing through.
its obviously not the insult, because he says 'Bobcat' afterwards.
[in yellow] i should have had a pm from IG about THAT. of all the words in the song i could have been arrested for, they chose the one about a TRUCK. i mean, what lamos.
