Hey guys! I posted a few questions and I can't find them anywhere. I posted it yesterday but it's gone. What do I do?
+2511 When I made this troll post, I was so pickled I could only see out of one eye – well I really could see out of both eyes, but I saw two of everything, so I closed one eye. Of course, I was laughing my head off when I made it. Even though I now have the worst hangover of my life, I have laughed until I’m blue and still love every minute of it.
An old prescription from Chimp Bones (Lancelot Link’s resident physician) has tempered the worst of my hangover, and these posts have tempered the worst of my grief. My hangover will not return (at least not until I overdo the banana daiquiris again), but grief is waiting outside my door, like a freezing rain storm. It may not even wait outside for long, but for now, that is where most of it is.
+129899 Just re-post them.......this sometimes happens....I don't know why......!!!!
+2511 I found one of your questions (I’m a blŏŏdy mind reader). It wasn’t yesterday, though.
Here’s the link.
http://web2.0calc.com/questions/why-am-i-sooooo-dumb
DragonSlayer answered it. Your current post is proof that his answer is wrong.
You should make an account. Here’s a list of user names you can choose from.
http://web2.0calc.com/questions/help-me_37#r4
Does anyone here, other than me, miss our Troll?
+129899 Mmmmm....if I didn't know better, I might think that YOU could be our "Troll" under a new alias.......
BTW - do you have a collection of monkeys that assist you ?????
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I am so pleased, Sir CPhill. It is truly a great compliment when one sees the Master in the student.
Did my nifty hat give me a way?
I am a member of A.P.E. but I’m not at a high enough rank to have assistants yet. Because of today’s post, I think I will be eligible soon. I spent weeks seeking a position at A.P.E. before finally getting a reply from the top banana himself, LancelotLink. Here’s an extract from our exchange.
. . .
Lancelot: Humm . . . This is very interesting, my dear. It is not easy to tell from your overtures, but just so I’m clear, do you want to join The A.P.E. organization or my harem?
Ginger: Well, being an apprentice to Lancelot’s A.P.E. organization would look good on my resume. Artistic adviser to the board of directors of A.P.E would look really cool. However, if I join your harem, I suppose I could put carpenter in my resume. Not as impressive, but still accurate.
Lancelot: Carpenter? How do you derive carpenter from that honored position?
Ginger: By finding the root of the problem. You need someone skilled at making your banana daiquiris and your banana stand. A carpenter would be ideal for such a problem. Don’t you think so?
Lancelot: After a banana-boat load of laughter, the board voted unanimously to approve your contract to join A.P.E. . . . Joining the harem is totally optional, of course.
Though the troll master is not really my employer, he is my mentor and my dear friend. I sorely miss his troll posts and him.
+118687 Hi Ginger,
I thought you would be a carpenter becasue you were going ot 'join' the harem :)
It was good to have a laugh, thank you :)
I am pleased that your application to 'join' A.P.E. has met with the boards approval.
They/we really do need a carpenter :))
CONGRATULATIONS !!
+2511 I’m missing the link that frames the dialogue’s perspective.
Here’s the missing link: (We chimps are exceptional at finding missing links)
http://web2.0calc.com/questions/cphill-when-i-need-you-you-are-not-there-to-help-me#r8
Lancelot and I were going to append this dialogue to the post because of its double entendre humor, but our real world obligations delayed us until the post was too old and stale.
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I miss our Troll Ginger but maybe you could take his place. 
I think that you could do a good job. 
It seems that you are already trying out for the position and there is no one else in the wings.
And.... we really could do with a masterful troll around here, the place has become mundane with no one playing games or stirring any pots.
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Thank you, Miss Melody. It’s a great honor to be considered for the resident troll and chief position. And while today’s post was truly a great solo flight, my math skills are too primitive to be a troll master, or even a junior troll, on this forum. I wish that were not so.
Of course, I will be happy to stir a pot when it’s needed or sterilize a post that has CDD, just like I did with this one. This post didn’t have math, just dumbness. It wasn’t really contagious, either —just hidden.
+118687 Oh Chris,
Ginger has a whole troop of monkeys just waiting to follow her into whatever monkey business that she can deliver.
See...
Look how eagerly they await!!!
Melody: Just a minor correction. The beautiful picture you posted is not of "monkeys", but of "Great Apes", who are too intelligent for the likes of GingerAle!!.
+2511 Oh! Of course you’d think Miss Melody wouldn’t know this. I am surprised that you do!
Genetically enhanced apes do not mind the colloquial use of the term “monkeys.” They often refer to themselves as such. Baboons do not like it, though. This is probably why it bothers you.
You may be right about them being “too intelligent for the likes of GingerAle.” I have to ask, “Where does this leave you?” I can find my own posts; I can find yours, too.
+118687 Well yes they are great apes. But I am am quite sure they would thoroughly enjoy any Ale that came their way. And I think they would be very partial to red heads too.
I feel quite certain that they'd allow Ginger to join their troup with no objections at all.
Besides I think Ginger IS as smart as these chimps. ://
She could help them into mischief very satisfactorily. I feel certain of it !!!
+2511 When I made this troll post, I was so pickled I could only see out of one eye – well I really could see out of both eyes, but I saw two of everything, so I closed one eye. Of course, I was laughing my head off when I made it. Even though I now have the worst hangover of my life, I have laughed until I’m blue and still love every minute of it.
An old prescription from Chimp Bones (Lancelot Link’s resident physician) has tempered the worst of my hangover, and these posts have tempered the worst of my grief. My hangover will not return (at least not until I overdo the banana daiquiris again), but grief is waiting outside my door, like a freezing rain storm. It may not even wait outside for long, but for now, that is where most of it is.
