Whether it has begun already or not, when do you believe the trolling season begins for the Summer?

I've always imagined it coincides with the school year ending for the Summer, but between primary, secondary, and post-secondary schools' semesters all ending at different times, and me not being in any of said schools anymore, I kind of forget when, as well...

What?

he seems to either be talking about message board trolling or trolling for underage girls.

Message board trolling. There's always an overabundance of message board trolling during the Summer season. When do you think we'll see our first troll of the season? Start placing your bets!

Do you guys know any real trolls? I heard that Smagwock, the Great Bloated One of Many Smells, died recently. Both Quaglick and Rakchuck attended the funeral. Naturally, they farted profusely.

I don't have all the details yet, but there is a planet made entirely of interconnected bridges, with cities underneath many of them. That's where the trolls live and it explains why they choose to live under bridges when they visit Earth. It's sacrilegious to walk on top of bridges, which is why they grab anyone that passes overhead.

I'll pretend I'm a troll, just for fun. Here's my trolling thought for the day:

Shickel and Shackel met Grickel and Grackel. Along came Thickel and Thackel. When they met, they had a het. The het was wet and caused a chirkelgongadong. That was long gone and was very wrong. Of course they sang a song. It wasn't very long for the Char of Icksamar was getting neither near nor far. But wait...the Sate of Istyalabate could not be late so they all sat down and ate. Why would they need a plate? All they did was dekskraviate. It was getting late, so the whistling whale of piqovhale blew a hearty tune and the gourds fell from the schrismantig tree onto the dune. For 800 years the gourds fell and not one was collected by Shickel or Shackel. Grackel got them all and spilled the rolling yard of wasted basket juice onto the saturnine face of the laughing goose. But what about Thickel? No, no nickel for Thickel. Thickel collected the spoiled and lovely charred remains of the great barrel waisted Chandra of Fan. The fan opened and Thackel came out with a handful of leftover sullied beetle forelegs and nineteen whiskers from a fluffy tailed rigamortigoris. Grickel was disappointed. All he got was thirty-two bent valve pipes from a steel springed work bench that was over 500 years old. Shickel sat on the hump of a sixty-five legged dead camel for over 14,000 years until one leaf from the tall tree of ochre stained valley fell into his crispy, curled hand. Shackel wasted all his northos on one exsanguinated upheaval of 14 monarchs that could only walk sideways and then he shot up from the rolling waters of the spinning fountain of roiling waters where the fat ones lain around all day and soaked in the wretched oil of the taxagotic filthiness and were very happy!

are you, by any chance, high?

my brain hurts now, thanks Jodo!

Clean, sober, and virgin.

Thought I'd just give everyone a thread to mess around in, and see if anyone would wrote anything interesting.

Just not feeling very playful, eh?

Ahh, Jodo's so playful, why can't you be too?

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Well, I suppose if I was the one who was feeling playful, I guess I might've indulged your suggestion of me being on drugs, so...touche.

No wonder if THIS is your idea of being playful

You succeeded! Dais' interpretation of the double meaning for trolling was just amazing in the context of your original post. I really haven't laughed this much from a forum thread in a long time.