Hola holy psychonauts!
Cwth strumming zenzizenzizenzic-witted yours truly for reappearance. This is purely fictional, and for fun, but let's play along.
There are currently about 16,091 members with each sprouting their bobble-heads up like frikkin mushrooms on roids every day that makes Warren Buffet's compound effect negative score like Tiger. (Not our team, but then again given they like to stay in low scores so it applies,but I digest...)
This thread will poss'bly get locked faster than Al-Furqaan getting friendzoned in San Franciso but given the influx in populace it behooves (stole that word from Zunaid) to scheme this sieve, so let's just play along in this Piggy-meets-Shirley Jackson bizarre and zany Survivor, Dancing with the Stars, Bachelor all rolled into one h j b r l goulash-vomit
jogakhichuri adventure.
Assume, every week we must choose one uncanny unhappy milksop then verily cast your vote for that poor soul (not Poorfan lol! but he certainly qualifies) and we shall resume following singular fortnight (I don't know a fancy word for seven days so let's make it biweekly) as if that person is mutedly on ignore.
Week 1
My vote goes to
Dilscoop
Reason: He gets into argument too much, triggers and gets easily triggered, so I guess his raison d'etre is basically to distort gigabytes like a troll feeding troglodyte.
When we whittle down to a single person out of this 16,091 that person wins...nothing. Well actually he does win nothing because nothing will stop him from getting voted off the island.
Five more votes (we settle on six because it is first of 666 and is an unlucky number in Abyssinian culture, actually it's not, but hey when did we
ever let facts get in the way here in BC...
) will have Dilscoop given the cold shoulder or as Jay-Z rattles:
If you feelin' like a pimp person, go and brush your shoulders off / Ladies is pimps too, gon' brush your shoulders off /
Nothing personal
but for this week my vote goes to...