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Soap Day: Behind the Scenes | |
soap day is coming. Do we know what it really means? Why do we celebrate it every
year on deceseptember whatever? How did this tradition start? If people are starving
in Africa, why don`t they move to France? In this hackneyed and frankly stupid
mailbag I`ll attempt to answer those questions that none of you asked.
In the year Nineteen Nackity Twelve, Elijah Meltballer Grieshober was born in a log
cabin built with his bare hands to two parents, one of which was most likely his
mother. At age two, Elijah realized his goal in life: to have a son named Soap`sdad
Grieshober, fade into historical obscurity, and grow a really neat beard, like a
Gandalf beard. It was cool, really. Elijah grew up into a fine young lad, and when
he was ready to have a child, he took a wife, got her into bed by getting her drunk,
and promptly ran out of the bedroom to beat the shit out of The Stork, which is how
all babies are born. Soap`sdad Grieshober was born in the golden and possibly even
heady age of the Nineteen Hundred and Sixty Or Maybe Fifty Somethings. Soap`sdad
Grieshober had an unhappy childhood. His cruel mother made him clean his room, and
his wicked father would beat him mercilessly; by which I mean make him clean his
room because he didn`t do it when his mom told him to. As Soap`sdad grew up, he!
soon
realized that he was gay and that this whole tale has nothing to do with anything.
I hope you`re all as enlightened as I am by that beautiful Tale. At this point I
think I`ll insert the words `extreme graphics and rockin tunes`, just for the heck
of it. Ha ha, how whimsical!
-Wally
Hm, so that doesn't really answer how I came to be. Guess I'm not related to Soap'sdad Grieshober in any way. And the "whine because i have to clean my room" gene went to Curly, I am a keeper of a tidy bedroom, thank you very much. Now she's gonna beat me up for saying that. Better run, aaaaaaahahaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
-Soap on a Rope
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I have mafia buddies? | |
The only reason I come to the site is because soapy makes me. He
threatened to sic his mafia buddies on me if I didn't come. Of course, I
complied, and now I'm safe from the mafia unless I do something terrible
like ban soap from the forums or his channel.
~On a more serious note~
This brings back memories of when we were still hosted by angelfire.
Pop-ups galore, goofy music on every page, the goofy pages themselves.....
I remember the badges, the 5 seconds the ezboard forums lasted, the
post-fest me and Will had when we first got proboards, and all kinds of
crazy stuff. I didn't really care for the internet, or our computer for
that matter, all that much until Soap told me that he had made a website.
Now The Daily POS is my home on the internet (I literally made it my
homepage) and I have both a real and online life. I can also type a
helluva lot faster now. :D
Thanks,
Soapingvacantly
Yeah, POS was crazy in its glory days. Every page was a different color and all the graphics had a true blue MSPaint look to them. The POS Guy even still hung around, I wonder where he went anyway? Only time will tell. And of course I tell people in real life I run a website. Then they're all like "OMG WOW 4 REAL" and stuff. It's quite funny. And I think those ezboard forums still exist too. For shame... ;)
-Soap on a Rope
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Nobody wants to be around to see you take a sponge bath. | |
I love the POS, because it's a good place to let off any idiocy before
visiting other more serious forums. I also love being able to do nothing
but loiter around and still get my own board, AND get my own statue made
of cheese. At least I should. File that as a complaint, not enough free
cheese. Sponge bathes could be fun too.
And Soap, we love you and stuff, even with all the horrible problems like
the pos being deleted. I blame it on my cat, Lewis. Of course I blame
everything on him, even my hamburger not having enough pickles on it.
-- STAREYe
Yeah, being a small, tight-knit community does have its certain advantages. Everyone knows each other and member total increases of one are things to party about. Hehe, I blame everything on my cat Deefed myself (NOT SARAH, CURLYFRY). So it's alright. Hopefully things won't break anymore.
-Soap on a Rope
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This week in review. | |
Three letters, not bad. Sorry this mailbag was so late, Deefed (my cat) was being mean to me and making me not update. :(
-Soap on a Rope
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