Gods! It's hot as Berli's breath out here... the Challenge is not sinking Peng deep

[Herr Oberst]

Rules... rules... We don't need no stinkin' rules...

It never keeps the SSN's out anyway...

Well, maybe just one, or two...

Treat the Ladies of the Pool as Ladies, or you will have some serious smack-down applied to your spotty behind.

Challenge like you've at least graduated from the Vienna Boy's Choir, and must shave every day. No namby-pamby stuff. Gits who waltz in and throw down a glove merely get their glove dirty, and suffer derision and humiliation. Of course, everyone here suffers derision and humiliation, some more deserving than others, but your glove will be dirty too. There are no poncy Marquis de Queensbury fencing rules here, it's more like Marquis de Sade in a 40-ton AFV.

[Herr Oberst]

Rules... rules... We don't need no stinkin' rules...

It never keeps the SSN's out anyway...

Well, maybe just one, or two...

Treat the Ladies of the Pool as Ladies, or you will have some serious smack-down applied to your spotty behind.

Challenge like you've at least graduated from the Vienna Boy's Choir, and must shave every day. No namby-pamby stuff. Gits who waltz in and throw down a glove merely get their glove dirty, and suffer derision and humiliation. Of course, everyone here suffers derision and humiliation, some more deserving than others, but your glove will be dirty too. There are no poncy Marquis de Queensbury fencing rules here, it's more like Marquis de Sade in a 40-ton AFV.

[Boo Radley]

Boo Radley walks in, dusting sand off of his tacky Hawaiian shirt and tuxedo pants:

Ye Gawds, it's dusty here in far Afrik! It's like a martini where, after filling the glass with gin, the barmaid just whipered the word, "vermooth" over the glass in a sultry voice.
Just the way I like 'em! Bring on the belly dancers!

[Boo Radley]

Boo Radley walks in, dusting sand off of his tacky Hawaiian shirt and tuxedo pants:

Ye Gawds, it's dusty here in far Afrik! It's like a martini where, after filling the glass with gin, the barmaid just whipered the word, "vermooth" over the glass in a sultry voice.
Just the way I like 'em! Bring on the belly dancers!

[Berlichtingen]

An appropriate sing-song...

Vor der Kaserne, vor dem großen Tor,
Stand eine Laterne und steht sie noch davor.
So wollen wir uns wiedersehn,
Bei der Laterne wolln wir stehn,
Wie einst Lilli Marlen,
wie einst Lilli Marlen.

Unsre beiden Schatten, sie sehn wie einer aus,
Daß wir so lieb uns hatten, daß sah man gleich daraus.
Und alle Leute wolln es sehn,
Daß wir bei der Laterne stehn,
Wie einst Lillli Marlen,
wie einst Lilli Marlen.

Schon rief der Posten: "Sie blasen Zapfenstreich!
Es kann drei Tage kosten!" -- " Kamerad, ich komm ja gleich!"
Da sagten wir auf Wiedersehn,
Wie gerne wollt ich mit dir gehn,
Mit dir, Lilli Marlen,
mit dir, Lilli Marlen.

Deine Schritte kennt sie, deinen zieren Gang.
Alle Abend brennt sie, mich vergaß sie lang.
Und sollte mir ein Leids geschehn,
Wer wird bei der Laterne stehn,
Wie einst Lilli Marlen,
wie einst Lilli Marlen?

Aus dem stillen Raume, aus der Erde Grund
Hebt mich wie im Traume dein verliebter Mund.
Wenn sich die spaeten Nebel drehn,
Werd ich bei der Laterne stehn,
Wie einst Lilli Marlen,
wie einst Lilli Marlen.

[Berlichtingen]

An appropriate sing-song...

Vor der Kaserne, vor dem großen Tor,
Stand eine Laterne und steht sie noch davor.
So wollen wir uns wiedersehn,
Bei der Laterne wolln wir stehn,
Wie einst Lilli Marlen,
wie einst Lilli Marlen.

Unsre beiden Schatten, sie sehn wie einer aus,
Daß wir so lieb uns hatten, daß sah man gleich daraus.
Und alle Leute wolln es sehn,
Daß wir bei der Laterne stehn,
Wie einst Lillli Marlen,
wie einst Lilli Marlen.

Schon rief der Posten: "Sie blasen Zapfenstreich!
Es kann drei Tage kosten!" -- " Kamerad, ich komm ja gleich!"
Da sagten wir auf Wiedersehn,
Wie gerne wollt ich mit dir gehn,
Mit dir, Lilli Marlen,
mit dir, Lilli Marlen.

Deine Schritte kennt sie, deinen zieren Gang.
Alle Abend brennt sie, mich vergaß sie lang.
Und sollte mir ein Leids geschehn,
Wer wird bei der Laterne stehn,
Wie einst Lilli Marlen,
wie einst Lilli Marlen?

Aus dem stillen Raume, aus der Erde Grund
Hebt mich wie im Traume dein verliebter Mund.
Wenn sich die spaeten Nebel drehn,
Werd ich bei der Laterne stehn,
Wie einst Lilli Marlen,
wie einst Lilli Marlen.

[Mace]

You know the best thing about this incarnation?

it's just like being home...during summer.

Mace

[Mace]

You know the best thing about this incarnation?

it's just like being home...during summer.

Mace

[Leeo]

I hate the desert. Sure, it's a dry heat, but it's the kind wherein guys like me make their own gravy.

I see Palm Trees! (snicker)

[Leeo]

I hate the desert. Sure, it's a dry heat, but it's the kind wherein guys like me make their own gravy.

I see Palm Trees! (snicker)

[Mace]

since we're having a sing along here...

And the Desert Rats gnawed at his lines by night
Creeping up on the Hun like ghosts
Till he screamed and broke in panic flight
And we took his hard-pressed posts.

In the grey little country over the sea
The Bulldog cocked his eye
Well done, you Rats of Tobruk, he said
We hang on, you and I.

Mace

[Mace]

since we're having a sing along here...

And the Desert Rats gnawed at his lines by night
Creeping up on the Hun like ghosts
Till he screamed and broke in panic flight
And we took his hard-pressed posts.

In the grey little country over the sea
The Bulldog cocked his eye
Well done, you Rats of Tobruk, he said
We hang on, you and I.

Mace

[Berlichtingen]

We're the D-Day Dodgers, way off in Italy
Always on the vino, always on the spree;
Eighth Army scroungers and their tanks,
We live in Rome, among the Yanks.
We are the D-Day Dodgers, way out in Italy

We landed in Salerno, a holiday with pay,
The Jerries brought the bands out to greet us on the way.
Showed us the sights and gave us tea,
We all sang songs, the beer was free
To welcome D-Day Dodgers to sunny Italy.

Naples and Casino were taken in our stride,
We didn't go to fight there, we went just for the ride.
Anzio and Sangro were just names,
We only went to look for dames
The artful D-Day Dodgers, way out in Italy.

Dear Lady Astor, you think you're mighty hot,
Standing on the platform, talking tommyrot.
You're England's sweetheart and her pride
We think your mouth's too bleeding wide.
We are the D-Day Dodgers, in sunny Italy.

Look around the mountains, in the mud and rain,
You'll find the scattered crosses, some that have no name.
Heartbreak and toil and suffering gone,
The boys beneath them slumber on.
They are the D-Day Dodgers who stay in Italy.

[Berlichtingen]

We're the D-Day Dodgers, way off in Italy
Always on the vino, always on the spree;
Eighth Army scroungers and their tanks,
We live in Rome, among the Yanks.
We are the D-Day Dodgers, way out in Italy

We landed in Salerno, a holiday with pay,
The Jerries brought the bands out to greet us on the way.
Showed us the sights and gave us tea,
We all sang songs, the beer was free
To welcome D-Day Dodgers to sunny Italy.

Naples and Casino were taken in our stride,
We didn't go to fight there, we went just for the ride.
Anzio and Sangro were just names,
We only went to look for dames
The artful D-Day Dodgers, way out in Italy.

Dear Lady Astor, you think you're mighty hot,
Standing on the platform, talking tommyrot.
You're England's sweetheart and her pride
We think your mouth's too bleeding wide.
We are the D-Day Dodgers, in sunny Italy.

Look around the mountains, in the mud and rain,
You'll find the scattered crosses, some that have no name.
Heartbreak and toil and suffering gone,
The boys beneath them slumber on.
They are the D-Day Dodgers who stay in Italy.

[Jim Boggs]

Don't sit under the apple tree with anyone else but me
anyone else but me
Don't sit under the apple tree with any one else but me,
until I come marching home

Don't go walking down lover's lane with anyone else but me,
anyone else but me,
Don't go walking down lover's lane with anyone else but me,
until I come marching home

[Jim Boggs]

Don't sit under the apple tree with anyone else but me
anyone else but me
Don't sit under the apple tree with any one else but me,
until I come marching home

Don't go walking down lover's lane with anyone else but me,
anyone else but me,
Don't go walking down lover's lane with anyone else but me,
until I come marching home

[Berlichtingen]

Originally posted by Jim Boggs:
Don't sit under the apple tree with anyone else but me
anyone else but me
Don't sit under the apple tree with any one else but me,
until I come marching home

Don't go walking down lover's lane with anyone else but me,
anyone else but me,
Don't go walking down lover's lane with anyone else but me,
until I come marching home Can't hear that tune without thinkin' of the flick Heaven Knows Mr Alison

Wie oft sind wir geschritten
Auf schmalem Negerpfad,
Wohl durch der Wüste Mitten,
Wenn früh der Morgen naht.
Wie lauschten wir dem Klange,
Dem altvertrauten Sange
Der Träger und Askari:
Heia, heia, Safari.

Steil über Berg und Klüfte,
Durch tiefe Urwaldnacht,
Wo schwül und feucht die Lüfte
Und nie die Sonne lacht.
Durch Steppengräserwogen
Sind wir hindurchgezogen
Mit Trägern und Askari:
Heia, heia, Safari.

Und saßen wir am Feuer
Des Nachts wohl vor dem Zelt,
Lag wie in stiller Feier
Um uns die nächt'ge Welt.
Und über dunkle Hänge
Tönt es wie ferne Klänge
Von Trägern und Askari:
Heia, heia, Safari.

Tret ich die letzte Reise,
Die große Fahrt einst an,
Auf, singt mir diese Weise
Statt Trauerliedern dann.
Daß meinem Jägerohre,
Dort vor dem Himmelstore,
Es klingt ein Halali:
Heia, heia, Safari.

[Berlichtingen]

Originally posted by Jim Boggs:
Don't sit under the apple tree with anyone else but me
anyone else but me
Don't sit under the apple tree with any one else but me,
until I come marching home

Don't go walking down lover's lane with anyone else but me,
anyone else but me,
Don't go walking down lover's lane with anyone else but me,
until I come marching home Can't hear that tune without thinkin' of the flick Heaven Knows Mr Alison

Wie oft sind wir geschritten
Auf schmalem Negerpfad,
Wohl durch der Wüste Mitten,
Wenn früh der Morgen naht.
Wie lauschten wir dem Klange,
Dem altvertrauten Sange
Der Träger und Askari:
Heia, heia, Safari.

Steil über Berg und Klüfte,
Durch tiefe Urwaldnacht,
Wo schwül und feucht die Lüfte
Und nie die Sonne lacht.
Durch Steppengräserwogen
Sind wir hindurchgezogen
Mit Trägern und Askari:
Heia, heia, Safari.

Und saßen wir am Feuer
Des Nachts wohl vor dem Zelt,
Lag wie in stiller Feier
Um uns die nächt'ge Welt.
Und über dunkle Hänge
Tönt es wie ferne Klänge
Von Trägern und Askari:
Heia, heia, Safari.

Tret ich die letzte Reise,
Die große Fahrt einst an,
Auf, singt mir diese Weise
Statt Trauerliedern dann.
Daß meinem Jägerohre,
Dort vor dem Himmelstore,
Es klingt ein Halali:
Heia, heia, Safari.

[dalem]

I just flew in from the BB Board and boy are my arms tired!

[dalem]

I just flew in from the BB Board and boy are my arms tired!

[Noba]

Originally posted by Mace:
You know the best thing about this incarnation?

it's just like being home...during summer.

Mace Ok. Now this is more like it. Hey Mace, I got the prawns for the barbie - have you got the beer ?

Noba.

[Noba]

Originally posted by Mace:
You know the best thing about this incarnation?

it's just like being home...during summer.

Mace Ok. Now this is more like it. Hey Mace, I got the prawns for the barbie - have you got the beer ?

Noba.

[Noba]

Originally posted by dalem:
I just flew in from the BB Board and boy are my arms tired! Let me be the first to welcome you...

Rhhheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee !!

Noba.

[Noba]

Originally posted by dalem:
I just flew in from the BB Board and boy are my arms tired! Let me be the first to welcome you...

Rhhheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee !!

Noba.

[Speedy]

Beer, Barbie, wide open spaces, cricket on the telly.
If only we could get those nongs to stop their caterwauling this could be heaven

[Speedy]

Beer, Barbie, wide open spaces, cricket on the telly.
If only we could get those nongs to stop their caterwauling this could be heaven

[MrSpkr]

So this is North Afrika, eh? Dreary place.

Steve

[dalem]

Originally posted by Noba:
</font><blockquote>quote:</font><hr />Originally posted by dalem:
I just flew in from the BB Board and boy are my arms tired! Let me be the first to welcome you...

Rhhheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee !!

Noba. </font>[/QUOTE]Hey there Noba - seems you've been playing around a lot with my phaser. No, no problem really. Here, let me show you a new setting. Yeah, just turn that, and press... there.

woooooooOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO---

KRAK - A - THOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM!!!!!

THAT, my friend, was a phaser on overload. Do you prefer an urn or a mason jar for your remains?

[MrSpkr]

So this is North Afrika, eh? Dreary place.

Steve

[dalem]

Originally posted by Noba:
</font><blockquote>quote:</font><hr />Originally posted by dalem:
I just flew in from the BB Board and boy are my arms tired! Let me be the first to welcome you...

Rhhheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee !!

Noba. </font>[/QUOTE]Hey there Noba - seems you've been playing around a lot with my phaser. No, no problem really. Here, let me show you a new setting. Yeah, just turn that, and press... there.

woooooooOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO---

KRAK - A - THOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM!!!!!

THAT, my friend, was a phaser on overload. Do you prefer an urn or a mason jar for your remains?

[Berlichtingen]

Originally posted by MrSpkr:
So this is North Afrika, eh? Dreary place.

Steve That or Australia... same thing really, one desolate wasteland is much the same as another

[Berlichtingen]

Originally posted by MrSpkr:
So this is North Afrika, eh? Dreary place.

Steve That or Australia... same thing really, one desolate wasteland is much the same as another

[Noba]

Originally posted by dalem:
</font><blockquote>quote:</font><hr />Originally posted by Noba:
</font><blockquote>quote:</font><hr />Originally posted by dalem:
I just flew in from the BB Board and boy are my arms tired! Let me be the first to welcome you...

Rhhheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee !!

Noba. </font>[/QUOTE]Hey there Noba - seems you've been playing around a lot with my phaser. No, no problem really. Here, let me show you a new setting. Yeah, just turn that, and press... there.

woooooooOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO---

KRAK - A - THOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM!!!!!

THAT, my friend, was a phaser on overload. Do you prefer an urn or a mason jar for your remains? </font>[/QUOTE]No need, my Crusader's Magnificent Armour will see that puny blast off !

Noba.

[Noba]

Originally posted by dalem:
</font><blockquote>quote:</font><hr />Originally posted by Noba:
</font><blockquote>quote:</font><hr />Originally posted by dalem:
I just flew in from the BB Board and boy are my arms tired! Let me be the first to welcome you...

Rhhheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee !!

Noba. </font>[/QUOTE]Hey there Noba - seems you've been playing around a lot with my phaser. No, no problem really. Here, let me show you a new setting. Yeah, just turn that, and press... there.

woooooooOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO---

KRAK - A - THOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM!!!!!

THAT, my friend, was a phaser on overload. Do you prefer an urn or a mason jar for your remains? </font>[/QUOTE]No need, my Crusader's Magnificent Armour will see that puny blast off !

Noba.

[Noba]

Originally posted by Berlichtingen:
</font><blockquote>quote:</font><hr />Originally posted by MrSpkr:
So this is North Afrika, eh? Dreary place.

Steve That or Australia... same thing really, one desolate wasteland is much the same as another </font>[/QUOTE]Somewhere that you would find appealing. If you only had some decent beer to bring along, we might actually invite you over for a barbie, and a barbecue - too !

Noba.

[Noba]

Originally posted by Berlichtingen:
</font><blockquote>quote:</font><hr />Originally posted by MrSpkr:
So this is North Afrika, eh? Dreary place.

Steve That or Australia... same thing really, one desolate wasteland is much the same as another </font>[/QUOTE]Somewhere that you would find appealing. If you only had some decent beer to bring along, we might actually invite you over for a barbie, and a barbecue - too !

Noba.

[Seanachai]

Originally posted by Noba:
If you only had some decent beer to bring along, we might actually invite you over for a barbie, and a barbecue - too !

Noba.

bridles

We've got some decent beers, Noba! It's not all swill like budweiser and coors and such ****e!

The main difference between your country's beer policies and ours is that our government sets a maximum alcohol content, while yours sets a minimum.

[Seanachai]

Originally posted by Noba:
If you only had some decent beer to bring along, we might actually invite you over for a barbie, and a barbecue - too !

Noba.

bridles

We've got some decent beers, Noba! It's not all swill like budweiser and coors and such ****e!

The main difference between your country's beer policies and ours is that our government sets a maximum alcohol content, while yours sets a minimum.

[Seanachai]

Well, so here we are in the desert.

looks around

Looks just like where Peng, Berli and I spend all our time, waiting for you lot to show up, trailing the world behind you.

Get busy, you lot of slackers, and start creating the world.

Something entertaining this time. Less on the rules, more on the interesting.

I blame all of you for the estrangement of my Mortal Enemy. How can anyone keep the interest and attentions of a personal lunatic stalker when the only environment you can provide looks like some middle school usenet group?

[ October 11, 2003, 01:22 AM: Message edited by: Seanachai ]

[Seanachai]

Well, so here we are in the desert.

looks around

Looks just like where Peng, Berli and I spend all our time, waiting for you lot to show up, trailing the world behind you.

Get busy, you lot of slackers, and start creating the world.

Something entertaining this time. Less on the rules, more on the interesting.

I blame all of you for the estrangement of my Mortal Enemy. How can anyone keep the interest and attentions of a personal lunatic stalker when the only environment you can provide looks like some middle school usenet group?

[ October 11, 2003, 01:22 AM: Message edited by: Seanachai ]

[Yeknodathon]

I just wanted to say that standing in me new shady oasis that could resemble a paddock, if one tried,... and I don't, doesn't make a jot of difference to the plain, arid sense of futility that ploughs onwards to me horizon across the shifting dunes of existence.

[... slowly sucks on a date palm]

... and no thistles.

Though I did see something with a hump... which disturbs me normal equilibrium and fragile yet finely cultured artistic sensibilities.

*sniff*

... not that anyone would understand...

Yeknod

[Yeknodathon]

I just wanted to say that standing in me new shady oasis that could resemble a paddock, if one tried,... and I don't, doesn't make a jot of difference to the plain, arid sense of futility that ploughs onwards to me horizon across the shifting dunes of existence.

[... slowly sucks on a date palm]

... and no thistles.

Though I did see something with a hump... which disturbs me normal equilibrium and fragile yet finely cultured artistic sensibilities.

*sniff*

... not that anyone would understand...

Yeknod

[Moriarty]

As long as we’re digging up oldies but goodies:

Drei Lilien, drei Lilien,
die pflanzt' ich auf mein Grab,
Da kam ein stolzer Reiter
Und brach sie ab.
|: Juvi valle ralle ralle ralle ra :|
Da kam ein stolzer Reiter
Und brach sie ab.

Ach Reitersmann, ach Reitersmann,
Laß doch die Lilien stehn,
Die soll ja mein Feinsliebchen
Noch einmal sehn.
|: Juvi valle ralle ralle ralle ra :|
Die soll ja mein Feinsliebchen
Noch einmal sehn.

[Moriarty]

As long as we’re digging up oldies but goodies:

Drei Lilien, drei Lilien,
die pflanzt' ich auf mein Grab,
Da kam ein stolzer Reiter
Und brach sie ab.
|: Juvi valle ralle ralle ralle ra :|
Da kam ein stolzer Reiter
Und brach sie ab.

Ach Reitersmann, ach Reitersmann,
Laß doch die Lilien stehn,
Die soll ja mein Feinsliebchen
Noch einmal sehn.
|: Juvi valle ralle ralle ralle ra :|
Die soll ja mein Feinsliebchen
Noch einmal sehn.

[Berlichtingen]

Originally posted by Seanachai:
The main difference between your country's beer policies and ours is that our government sets a maximum alcohol content, while yours sets a minimum. And this furthers your argument how?

[Berlichtingen]

Originally posted by Seanachai:
The main difference between your country's beer policies and ours is that our government sets a maximum alcohol content, while yours sets a minimum. And this furthers your argument how?

[Berlichtingen]

Wo ist PawBroon?

Tiens, voila du boudin, voila du boudin, voila du boudin,
Pour les Alsaciens, les Suisses et les Lorrains,
Pour les Belges, y en a plus, pour les Belges, y en a plus,
Ce sont des tireurs au cul.

Au Tonkin, la Legion immortelle
A Tuyen-Quang illustra notre drapeau,
Heros de Camerone et freres modeles
Dormez en paix dans vos tombeaux.

Au cours de nos campagnes lointaines,
Affrontant la fievre et le feu,
Oublions avec nos peines,
La mort qui nous oublie si peu,
Nous, la Legion.

[Berlichtingen]

Wo ist PawBroon?

Tiens, voila du boudin, voila du boudin, voila du boudin,
Pour les Alsaciens, les Suisses et les Lorrains,
Pour les Belges, y en a plus, pour les Belges, y en a plus,
Ce sont des tireurs au cul.

Au Tonkin, la Legion immortelle
A Tuyen-Quang illustra notre drapeau,
Heros de Camerone et freres modeles
Dormez en paix dans vos tombeaux.

Au cours de nos campagnes lointaines,
Affrontant la fievre et le feu,
Oublions avec nos peines,
La mort qui nous oublie si peu,
Nous, la Legion.

[SirReal]

It's hot, and it's dry. That's nice when you're in the desert, but it ain't no good when you're with a woman.

One little sand dune, and all the Olde Ones break out in a choir. At least the donkey is recognizable.

/SirReal

[SirReal]

It's hot, and it's dry. That's nice when you're in the desert, but it ain't no good when you're with a woman.

One little sand dune, and all the Olde Ones break out in a choir. At least the donkey is recognizable.

/SirReal

[Seanachai]

Originally posted by Berlichtingen:
Wo ist PawBroon?

Salut! Lest the names grow dim...

[Seanachai]

Originally posted by Berlichtingen:
Wo ist PawBroon?

Salut! Lest the names grow dim...

[Yeknodathon]

Oh... that's interesting...

[shuffles uncomfortably]

... sand gets into all the wrong places...

[twirls the nomadic ear of desert thinking beneath rather dashing Lawrence of Arabia headgear]

... and since Boos, Nobbits and Justacactus's are wrong places, too (not necessarily related but one has to be open-minded to account for all eventualities however blindingly obvious) one might consider 'em filled to the gunnels with sand...

[twirls the other ear, and then both together for a special effort]

*sniff* ... and pebbles and grit and rough-hewn rocks and scree and chunks of chipped concrete...

Yeknod

[ October 11, 2003, 06:50 AM: Message edited by: Yeknodathon ]

[Yeknodathon]

Oh... that's interesting...

[shuffles uncomfortably]

... sand gets into all the wrong places...

[twirls the nomadic ear of desert thinking beneath rather dashing Lawrence of Arabia headgear]

... and since Boos, Nobbits and Justacactus's are wrong places, too (not necessarily related but one has to be open-minded to account for all eventualities however blindingly obvious) one might consider 'em filled to the gunnels with sand...

[twirls the other ear, and then both together for a special effort]

*sniff* ... and pebbles and grit and rough-hewn rocks and scree and chunks of chipped concrete...

Yeknod

[ October 11, 2003, 06:50 AM: Message edited by: Yeknodathon ]

[Nidan1]

Whew!!!, it was a long drive from Minsk to Derna, sure is a desolate place....at least there is no snow....but these damned flies are everywhere...shoo Boo, Mace , Leeo , as you can see I have given all my flies pet names.

Ins einen kuhlen Grunde
Der geht ein muhlenrad,
Mein Liebschen ist verschwunden,
Die dort gewohnnen hat.

[ October 11, 2003, 06:56 AM: Message edited by: Nidan1 ]

[Nidan1]

Whew!!!, it was a long drive from Minsk to Derna, sure is a desolate place....at least there is no snow....but these damned flies are everywhere...shoo Boo, Mace , Leeo , as you can see I have given all my flies pet names.

Ins einen kuhlen Grunde
Der geht ein muhlenrad,
Mein Liebschen ist verschwunden,
Die dort gewohnnen hat.

[ October 11, 2003, 06:56 AM: Message edited by: Nidan1 ]

[Hans]

My traditional start-of-a-new-forum visit to the lower classes.

Yetch, what a band of orangutan earwax eaters you all are.

Singing songs I see

The hymn of the pooler or battle hymn of the repugnant:

Sung to the music of "feelings"

..............................

wait, wait its to wretchable to write, even wearing gloves I cannot type it out.

See your gentlemen and Seanachai at the opening of the Cmx2 forum

Shower time....... :D

[Hans]

My traditional start-of-a-new-forum visit to the lower classes.

Yetch, what a band of orangutan earwax eaters you all are.

Singing songs I see

The hymn of the pooler or battle hymn of the repugnant:

Sung to the music of "feelings"

..............................

wait, wait its to wretchable to write, even wearing gloves I cannot type it out.

See your gentlemen and Seanachai at the opening of the Cmx2 forum

Shower time....... :D

[Seanachai]

Originally posted by Hans:
Yetch, what a band of orangutan earwax eaters you all are.

Even if true, it would still put us two steps up the ladder of evolution from your fine self.

But it's not, and we're six steps up, and pissing upon you form a position of manly balance.

[Seanachai]

Originally posted by Hans:
Yetch, what a band of orangutan earwax eaters you all are.

Even if true, it would still put us two steps up the ladder of evolution from your fine self.

But it's not, and we're six steps up, and pissing upon you form a position of manly balance.

[Hans]

Evolution? I dare say not, only a god with a cruel streak would have created this gang. Nature is nicer, like the difference between Garbon66 and a slug.

[Hans]

Evolution? I dare say not, only a god with a cruel streak would have created this gang. Nature is nicer, like the difference between Garbon66 and a slug.

[Mace]

*Enters Grue, riding a camel*

Grue knows this Hans.

Grue knows this Hans was scenario designer for CMAK and beta tester, and is Kiwi.

Grue will treat Hans with some respect!

*rips off both of Han's arms at the shoulder, but only one leg at the hip*

There. Grue leaves Hans with a leg to stand on.

*opens exit*

Now there, Grue open door for Hans, like a gentletroll.

Hop-a-long

What a sweet Hans.

*sniff* *SNIIIIIIIIIFFFF*

btw is it Grue that smells badly in sweltering desert heat, or is it Camels?

Mace

[Mace]

*Enters Grue, riding a camel*

Grue knows this Hans.

Grue knows this Hans was scenario designer for CMAK and beta tester, and is Kiwi.

Grue will treat Hans with some respect!

*rips off both of Han's arms at the shoulder, but only one leg at the hip*

There. Grue leaves Hans with a leg to stand on.

*opens exit*

Now there, Grue open door for Hans, like a gentletroll.

Hop-a-long

What a sweet Hans.

*sniff* *SNIIIIIIIIIFFFF*

btw is it Grue that smells badly in sweltering desert heat, or is it Camels?

Mace

[Seanachai]

Originally posted by Hans:
Evolution? I dare say not, only a god with a cruel streak would have created this gang. Nature is nicer, like the difference between Garbon66 and a slug. Nature does what She must. Had there been no Cesspool, an entire species of primates would have happily evolved without wars, without taunting, without any fecking reason at all to get out of bed in the morning.

We are the very pinnacle of Evolution. The Goodalers are the nadir.

You, of course, are neither cold nor hot. Would that you were cold or hot! So, because you are lukewarm, and neither cold nor hot, I will spew upon you out of my mouth. For you say, I am no Cesspooler, and I need nothing; not knowing that you are wretched, pitiable, poor, blind and naked.

Those who I hate, I reprove and chasten; so be zealous, and repent. Behold, I stand at the door and knock; if anyone hears my voice and opens the door, I will come in to him and drink with him, and he with me. He who taunts, I will grant him to sit with me on a log in the Wasteland, as I myself sat down in the Wasteland with Peng and Berli. He who has an ear, let him hear what the 'Pool has to say about posting.

[Seanachai]

Originally posted by Hans:
Evolution? I dare say not, only a god with a cruel streak would have created this gang. Nature is nicer, like the difference between Garbon66 and a slug. Nature does what She must. Had there been no Cesspool, an entire species of primates would have happily evolved without wars, without taunting, without any fecking reason at all to get out of bed in the morning.

We are the very pinnacle of Evolution. The Goodalers are the nadir.

You, of course, are neither cold nor hot. Would that you were cold or hot! So, because you are lukewarm, and neither cold nor hot, I will spew upon you out of my mouth. For you say, I am no Cesspooler, and I need nothing; not knowing that you are wretched, pitiable, poor, blind and naked.

Those who I hate, I reprove and chasten; so be zealous, and repent. Behold, I stand at the door and knock; if anyone hears my voice and opens the door, I will come in to him and drink with him, and he with me. He who taunts, I will grant him to sit with me on a log in the Wasteland, as I myself sat down in the Wasteland with Peng and Berli. He who has an ear, let him hear what the 'Pool has to say about posting.

[dalem]

Originally posted by Seanachai:
Well, so here we are in the desert.

looks around

Looks just like where Peng, Berli and I spend all our time, waiting for you lot to show up, trailing the world behind you.

Get busy, you lot of slackers, and start creating the world.
Fools.

Stuck in a desert while I'm sitting in an olive grove in Italy being overfed by attractive maidens. Sure, some of them could be second or third cousins here in the Old Country. But like I'm using my real name.

[dalem]

Originally posted by Seanachai:
Well, so here we are in the desert.

looks around

Looks just like where Peng, Berli and I spend all our time, waiting for you lot to show up, trailing the world behind you.

Get busy, you lot of slackers, and start creating the world.
Fools.

Stuck in a desert while I'm sitting in an olive grove in Italy being overfed by attractive maidens. Sure, some of them could be second or third cousins here in the Old Country. But like I'm using my real name.

[Herr Oberst]

Glad you coud all make it to this latest rendition of the Cesspool.... where it's beach week! Luckily the Cesspool always has water, though I'd not care to drink it.

Seanachai, stop swatting at that fly and send me a turn from the far off Ostfront. I need to see what gamey armor you chose, and we have a village to lay waste...

Hmmm... just saw Mace walk by with a step ladder... wonder where he's headed???

[Herr Oberst]

Glad you coud all make it to this latest rendition of the Cesspool.... where it's beach week! Luckily the Cesspool always has water, though I'd not care to drink it.

Seanachai, stop swatting at that fly and send me a turn from the far off Ostfront. I need to see what gamey armor you chose, and we have a village to lay waste...

Hmmm... just saw Mace walk by with a step ladder... wonder where he's headed???

[Lars]

Originally posted by Herr Oberst:
Glad you coud all make it to this latest rendition of the Cesspool.... where it's beach week! Woohoo!!!

Towel, sunscreen, shades, radio, frisbee, check.

Where’s the Barbara Eden types in harem pants? Oasis seems a bit small though. Does it have a swim-up bar?

Hey! Habib! Get me a beer!

[Lars]

Originally posted by Herr Oberst:
Glad you coud all make it to this latest rendition of the Cesspool.... where it's beach week! Woohoo!!!

Towel, sunscreen, shades, radio, frisbee, check.

Where’s the Barbara Eden types in harem pants? Oasis seems a bit small though. Does it have a swim-up bar?

Hey! Habib! Get me a beer!

[Yeknodathon]

Originally posted by Lars:
Towel, sunscreen, shades, radio, frisbee, check.

Where?s the Barbara Eden types in harem pants? Hiram pants? Oh dear, oh deary me.

Yeknod

[Yeknodathon]

Originally posted by Lars:
Towel, sunscreen, shades, radio, frisbee, check.

Where?s the Barbara Eden types in harem pants? Hiram pants? Oh dear, oh deary me.

Yeknod

[SirReal]

Originally posted by Yeknodathon:
</font><blockquote>quote:</font><hr />Originally posted by Lars:
Towel, sunscreen, shades, radio, frisbee, check.

Where?s the Barbara Eden types in harem pants? Hiram pants? Oh dear, oh deary me.

Yeknod </font>[/QUOTE]Barbara Eden is in Hirams pants? That'll generate some interesting conversation when it's bedtime, I'll wager.

/SirReal

[SirReal]

Originally posted by Yeknodathon:
</font><blockquote>quote:</font><hr />Originally posted by Lars:
Towel, sunscreen, shades, radio, frisbee, check.

Where?s the Barbara Eden types in harem pants? Hiram pants? Oh dear, oh deary me.

Yeknod </font>[/QUOTE]Barbara Eden is in Hirams pants? That'll generate some interesting conversation when it's bedtime, I'll wager.

/SirReal

[Hans]

Mace, Mace

A KIWI!

Call my mother a Canadian prositute who has a swipe card holder on her forehead...but not a KIWI

An Hawaiian actually

I must now say good bye to this fine (well kinda) field and seek nirvana elsewhere

[Hans]

Mace, Mace

A KIWI!

Call my mother a Canadian prositute who has a swipe card holder on her forehead...but not a KIWI

An Hawaiian actually

I must now say good bye to this fine (well kinda) field and seek nirvana elsewhere

[Yeknodathon]

Originally posted by SirReal:
Barbara Eden is in Hirams pants? That'll generate some interesting conversation when it's bedtime, I'll wager.I'll wager there'd be some commotion if a Croda was found, too. Oh dear...

Yeknod

[Yeknodathon]

Originally posted by SirReal:
Barbara Eden is in Hirams pants? That'll generate some interesting conversation when it's bedtime, I'll wager.I'll wager there'd be some commotion if a Croda was found, too. Oh dear...

Yeknod

[Boo Radley]

From over a small sand dune is heard a muffled
FWACK!,
followed by a hoarse, "FORE!", and a knicked golf ball rolls desultorily down the opposite face.
A bedraggled Boo Radley climbs to the top of the dune and sadly surveys the endless heat shimmering vista of the Sahara Desert.
"This has got to be the mother of all sand traps! No way this sucker's a par four."
Trudging up to the ball, Boo addresses it, "You suck.", takes a mighty swing and watches as the ball caroms off a disgruntled looking camel.
"So what do I do first? Take the Mulligan or beat the damn camel to death?"
And the sun burns high in an azure sky...

[Boo Radley]

From over a small sand dune is heard a muffled
FWACK!,
followed by a hoarse, "FORE!", and a knicked golf ball rolls desultorily down the opposite face.
A bedraggled Boo Radley climbs to the top of the dune and sadly surveys the endless heat shimmering vista of the Sahara Desert.
"This has got to be the mother of all sand traps! No way this sucker's a par four."
Trudging up to the ball, Boo addresses it, "You suck.", takes a mighty swing and watches as the ball caroms off a disgruntled looking camel.
"So what do I do first? Take the Mulligan or beat the damn camel to death?"
And the sun burns high in an azure sky...

[dalem]

Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm, Barbara Eden............

[dalem]

Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm, Barbara Eden............

[Mouse]

Originally posted by Herr Oberst:
Glad you coud all make it to this latest rendition of the Cesspool.... where it's beach week! Beach week!!! I'm holding out for the Ladies of the Cesspool Gone Wild video...

Damn all this sand... it's a tad too hot on the feet...

*warps to Italy*

Aahhh, now THIS is more like it. Does a mouse good to see how much cheese these Italians use, and the variety! Oh Heaven, I have found thee...

Was that a young Gina Lolabrigitta I saw go by???

Squeak!

[Mouse]

Originally posted by Herr Oberst:
Glad you coud all make it to this latest rendition of the Cesspool.... where it's beach week! Beach week!!! I'm holding out for the Ladies of the Cesspool Gone Wild video...

Damn all this sand... it's a tad too hot on the feet...

*warps to Italy*

Aahhh, now THIS is more like it. Does a mouse good to see how much cheese these Italians use, and the variety! Oh Heaven, I have found thee...

Was that a young Gina Lolabrigitta I saw go by???

Squeak!

[Boo Radley]

A gentle, warm breeze ruffles the deep blue water in the center of the oasis. Birds chirp and the palms slowly sway to the languid zephyrs.
Suddenly, the stillness is broken by a
Fffzzzzzz.....SPLOICK
as a weathered golf ball lands squarely in the center of the pond.
Moments later, a slightly bent sand wedge spins out of the sky to follow it to the bottom.
"873 STROKES TO GET OUT OF THIS FERCOCKAMAMIE SAND TRAP AND I LAND IN THE ONLY WATER HAZARD IN THIS TIME ZONE!!! GAWD, I HATE THIS GAME!!!"

[Boo Radley]

A gentle, warm breeze ruffles the deep blue water in the center of the oasis. Birds chirp and the palms slowly sway to the languid zephyrs.
Suddenly, the stillness is broken by a
Fffzzzzzz.....SPLOICK
as a weathered golf ball lands squarely in the center of the pond.
Moments later, a slightly bent sand wedge spins out of the sky to follow it to the bottom.
"873 STROKES TO GET OUT OF THIS FERCOCKAMAMIE SAND TRAP AND I LAND IN THE ONLY WATER HAZARD IN THIS TIME ZONE!!! GAWD, I HATE THIS GAME!!!"

[MrSpkr]

Originally posted by Seanachai:
Those who I hate, I reprove and chasten; so be zealous, and repent. Behold, I stand at the door and knock; if anyone hears my voice and opens the door, I will come in to him and drink with him, and he with me. He who taunts, I will grant him to sit with me on a log in the Wasteland, as I myself sat down in the Wasteland with Peng and Berli. He who has an ear, let him hear what the 'Pool has to say about posting. Was that King James or NIV?

Steve

[MrSpkr]

Originally posted by Seanachai:
Those who I hate, I reprove and chasten; so be zealous, and repent. Behold, I stand at the door and knock; if anyone hears my voice and opens the door, I will come in to him and drink with him, and he with me. He who taunts, I will grant him to sit with me on a log in the Wasteland, as I myself sat down in the Wasteland with Peng and Berli. He who has an ear, let him hear what the 'Pool has to say about posting. Was that King James or NIV?

Steve

[Elvis]

Wankers.

[Elvis]

Wankers.

[Seanachai]

Originally posted by MrSpkr:


Was that King James or NIV?

Steve

Revised Standard Edition. Easiest one to spot on the shelf, usually, so I often end up grabbing it. Probably should have hunted around for the King James.

[Seanachai]

Originally posted by MrSpkr:


Was that King James or NIV?

Steve

Revised Standard Edition. Easiest one to spot on the shelf, usually, so I often end up grabbing it. Probably should have hunted around for the King James.

[Hiram Sedai]

Momma said "if it ain't in red print, then Jesus didn't say it"

[Hiram Sedai]

Momma said "if it ain't in red print, then Jesus didn't say it"

[rune]

Members of the Pool,

It was an amazing sight, Berli playing the Kiwis advancing against JasonC playing the evil SS. Who was one of the squads led by, no other then Sgt Shaw himself. Shaw bravely rushed forward loses men along the way. We cheered for him to die, but alas, Joe survived to tell the tale. A successful preview and good time was had by all.

Rune

[rune]

Members of the Pool,

It was an amazing sight, Berli playing the Kiwis advancing against JasonC playing the evil SS. Who was one of the squads led by, no other then Sgt Shaw himself. Shaw bravely rushed forward loses men along the way. We cheered for him to die, but alas, Joe survived to tell the tale. A successful preview and good time was had by all.

Rune

[MrSpkr]

Originally posted by rune:
Joe survived to tell the tale. A successful previewNot in my book.

Steve

[MrSpkr]

Originally posted by rune:
Joe survived to tell the tale. A successful previewNot in my book.

Steve

[Boo Radley]

The noonday sun baked the arid plain as Boo Radley pondered his lie. Turning to his faithful caddy, Habib, he said,
"Give me the Three Wood, Habib."
"I think you will be wanting your Driver, Sahib."
"Playing fast and loose with your tip, Habib? I said, give me my Three Wood."
Squinting into the dust filled wind, Radley took a couple of practice swings and let fly. Up, up and out, the ball sailed, further and further away, until it finally hit the hard pan, bouncing once, twice,

<big><big>KA-BLAAAAAMMMM</big></big>

"You did not clear the mine field, Sahib."

[ October 12, 2003, 01:16 AM: Message edited by: Boo Radley ]

[Boo Radley]

The noonday sun baked the arid plain as Boo Radley pondered his lie. Turning to his faithful caddy, Habib, he said,
"Give me the Three Wood, Habib."
"I think you will be wanting your Driver, Sahib."
"Playing fast and loose with your tip, Habib? I said, give me my Three Wood."
Squinting into the dust filled wind, Radley took a couple of practice swings and let fly. Up, up and out, the ball sailed, further and further away, until it finally hit the hard pan, bouncing once, twice,

<big><big>KA-BLAAAAAMMMM</big></big>

"You did not clear the mine field, Sahib."

[ October 12, 2003, 01:16 AM: Message edited by: Boo Radley ]

[Yeknodathon]

Originally posted by Boo Radley:
The noonday sun baked the arid plain as Boo Radley pondered his lie. Turning to his faithful caddy, Habib, he said,
"Give me the Three Wood, Habib."
"I think you will be wanting your Driver, Sahib."
"Playing fast and loose with your tip, Habib? I said, give me my Three Wood."
Squinting into the dust filled wind, Radley took a couple of practice swings and let fly. Up, up and out, the ball sailed, further and further away, until it finally hit the hard pan, bouncing once, twice,

<big><big>KA-BLAAAAAMMMM</big></big>

"You did not clear the mine field, Sahib." [... and into the oasis used by something grey and sweating]

Oh, a golf ball. I'll have that.

*gulp* *swallow*

Yeknod

[Yeknodathon]

Originally posted by Boo Radley:
The noonday sun baked the arid plain as Boo Radley pondered his lie. Turning to his faithful caddy, Habib, he said,
"Give me the Three Wood, Habib."
"I think you will be wanting your Driver, Sahib."
"Playing fast and loose with your tip, Habib? I said, give me my Three Wood."
Squinting into the dust filled wind, Radley took a couple of practice swings and let fly. Up, up and out, the ball sailed, further and further away, until it finally hit the hard pan, bouncing once, twice,

<big><big>KA-BLAAAAAMMMM</big></big>

"You did not clear the mine field, Sahib." [... and into the oasis used by something grey and sweating]

Oh, a golf ball. I'll have that.

*gulp* *swallow*

Yeknod

[Yeknodathon]

*brrrrrrp*

[Yeknodathon]

*brrrrrrp*

[dalem]

I don't like people very much.

[dalem]

I don't like people very much.

[Boo Radley]

Originally posted by dalem:
I don't like people very much. That's OK. They don't like you either.

[Boo Radley]

Originally posted by dalem:
I don't like people very much. That's OK. They don't like you either.

[Leeo]

Originally posted by dalem:
I don't like people very much. I like you Dalem; with cranberry sauce, stuffing, and sweet potatoes.

[Leeo]

Originally posted by dalem:
I don't like people very much. I like you Dalem; with cranberry sauce, stuffing, and sweet potatoes.

[rune]

OK, who has a web site to post the picture of Seanachai laying down on the job?

Rune

[rune]

OK, who has a web site to post the picture of Seanachai laying down on the job?

Rune

[Joe Shaw]

Sgt. Shaw survives eh ... I expected as much.

Mind you the REAL Joe Shaw may not be so fortunate. Picked up a nasty cold in Colorado last week and am going BACK! I'll return on Thursday and perhaps, if it hasn't turned into Ebola by then, turns may be forthcoming.

Fifthcoming turns may be further delayed.

Joe

[Joe Shaw]

Sgt. Shaw survives eh ... I expected as much.

Mind you the REAL Joe Shaw may not be so fortunate. Picked up a nasty cold in Colorado last week and am going BACK! I'll return on Thursday and perhaps, if it hasn't turned into Ebola by then, turns may be forthcoming.

Fifthcoming turns may be further delayed.

Joe

[dalem]

Originally posted by Joe Shaw:
Fifthcoming turns may be further delayed.

Joe "The Ballad of Mister Joe Shaw, the Loathesome Toad"

You're a loathesome toad Mister Joe Shaw.

That's all I really have so far.

[dalem]

Originally posted by Joe Shaw:
Fifthcoming turns may be further delayed.

Joe "The Ballad of Mister Joe Shaw, the Loathesome Toad"

You're a loathesome toad Mister Joe Shaw.

That's all I really have so far.

[Leeo]

Originally posted by dalem:
That's all I really have so far. I still like you, with a little giblet gravy on the side.

[Leeo]

Originally posted by dalem:
That's all I really have so far. I still like you, with a little giblet gravy on the side.

[Marlow]

WildChild, where is my turn you yellow bellied useless former squire?!?

Boo, how are you and Wildwoman enjoying the battle for Schloss Peng? Pictures and stories please.

[Marlow]

WildChild, where is my turn you yellow bellied useless former squire?!?

Boo, how are you and Wildwoman enjoying the battle for Schloss Peng? Pictures and stories please.

[Herr Oberst]

Originally posted by Marlow:
WildChild, where is my turn you yellow bellied useless former squire?!?

Boo, how are you and Wildwoman enjoying the battle for Schloss Peng? Pictures and stories please. I second that motion... where's the fun without stories and pictures... the agony... the travails... the trials... mmmmm, stenographers... the tribulations...

[Herr Oberst]

Originally posted by Marlow:
WildChild, where is my turn you yellow bellied useless former squire?!?

Boo, how are you and Wildwoman enjoying the battle for Schloss Peng? Pictures and stories please. I second that motion... where's the fun without stories and pictures... the agony... the travails... the trials... mmmmm, stenographers... the tribulations...

[dalem]

Pictures, eh?

Well, here's (http://www.dmancini.com/pictures/cmpics/3.jpg) a picture of Papa Khann laying down on the Seanachai. Not quite the same as Seanachi laying down on the job, but it's the closest I could get.

And here's (http://www.dmancini.com/cmpics/) a bunch of pics from one of the games MrSpkr and I played once. For a while there he was really writhing in the grip of my superior play, but his his unending waves of UberNaziTruppenGuys finally buried me in a tide of mediocrity.

Incidentally I will happily host and post any pics involving the humiliation of Seanachai. I will put a whole web page up if needed. Just email me the relevant ones.

-dale

[dalem]

Pictures, eh?

Well, here's (http://www.dmancini.com/pictures/cmpics/3.jpg) a picture of Papa Khann laying down on the Seanachai. Not quite the same as Seanachi laying down on the job, but it's the closest I could get.

And here's (http://www.dmancini.com/cmpics/) a bunch of pics from one of the games MrSpkr and I played once. For a while there he was really writhing in the grip of my superior play, but his his unending waves of UberNaziTruppenGuys finally buried me in a tide of mediocrity.

Incidentally I will happily host and post any pics involving the humiliation of Seanachai. I will put a whole web page up if needed. Just email me the relevant ones.

-dale

[Boo Radley]

Originally posted by Herr Oberst:
Originally posted by Marlow:


Boo, how are you and Wildwoman enjoying the battle for Schloss Peng? Pictures and stories please. I second that motion... where's the fun without stories and pictures... the agony... the travails... the trials... mmmmm, stenographers... the tribulations... Oooooooh, so ye both will be wantin' your piccy's and stories, will ye? And ye'll be sitting doon in your comfy chairs, gumming your porridge soaked zweiback, cacklin' with glee while the monkeys dance afore ye, saying "Dance, monkeys, dance. Define me with your entertaining antics, for I am an empty husk."
Or something similar to that, I suppose.
Well, as we're only on the third turn, not a whole lot's happening, and with a return rate of maybe twice a week, I can't see this going very quickly.
I will say yet again, what a perfectly horrible map you gave us and that I really take issue with "Boo's Hovel". There is no building there, only swamp. The very definition of a hovel is:

Pronunciation: 'h&-v&l, 'hä-
Function: noun
Etymology: Middle English
Date: 15th century
1 : an open shed or shelter
2 : TABERNACLE
3 : a small, wretched, and often dirty house : HUT

Not quite sure how tabernacle got in there, but do you see how the underlying theme describes some kind of building?
But, I don't know why I'm surprised by this kind of sloppy, slapdash map making, especially from the likes of you.
I'd say something about the force selection, but it fills me with such ennui, that I can barely keep my eyes open.

[Boo Radley]

Originally posted by Herr Oberst:
Originally posted by Marlow:


Boo, how are you and Wildwoman enjoying the battle for Schloss Peng? Pictures and stories please. I second that motion... where's the fun without stories and pictures... the agony... the travails... the trials... mmmmm, stenographers... the tribulations... Oooooooh, so ye both will be wantin' your piccy's and stories, will ye? And ye'll be sitting doon in your comfy chairs, gumming your porridge soaked zweiback, cacklin' with glee while the monkeys dance afore ye, saying "Dance, monkeys, dance. Define me with your entertaining antics, for I am an empty husk."
Or something similar to that, I suppose.
Well, as we're only on the third turn, not a whole lot's happening, and with a return rate of maybe twice a week, I can't see this going very quickly.
I will say yet again, what a perfectly horrible map you gave us and that I really take issue with "Boo's Hovel". There is no building there, only swamp. The very definition of a hovel is:

Pronunciation: 'h&-v&l, 'hä-
Function: noun
Etymology: Middle English
Date: 15th century
1 : an open shed or shelter
2 : TABERNACLE
3 : a small, wretched, and often dirty house : HUT

Not quite sure how tabernacle got in there, but do you see how the underlying theme describes some kind of building?
But, I don't know why I'm surprised by this kind of sloppy, slapdash map making, especially from the likes of you.
I'd say something about the force selection, but it fills me with such ennui, that I can barely keep my eyes open.

[Lars]

Originally posted by Leeo:
</font><blockquote>quote:</font><hr />Originally posted by dalem:
That's all I really have so far. I still like you, with a little giblet gravy on the side. </font>[/QUOTE]Got too excited again, eh?

SSN Hint Of The Day: Always have an ulterior motive.

Now sod off.

[Lars]

Originally posted by Leeo:
</font><blockquote>quote:</font><hr />Originally posted by dalem:
That's all I really have so far. I still like you, with a little giblet gravy on the side. </font>[/QUOTE]Got too excited again, eh?

SSN Hint Of The Day: Always have an ulterior motive.

Now sod off.

[Leeo]

I think it's much safer to let dalem thaw in the refrigerator rather than on the counter.

[Leeo]

I think it's much safer to let dalem thaw in the refrigerator rather than on the counter.

[Boo Radley]

Originally posted by Leeo:
I think it's much safer to let dalem thaw in the refrigerator rather than on the counter. You know, I just flashed on this image of dalem on the kitchen counter, you wearing an apron that says, "Kiss the cook." with a big bowl of raw oyster stuffing in your hands and I may just be ill for the rest of the day.
For that, I promise you will do nothing more than Die-A-Lot™ for the remainder of our game.
Satisfied?

[Boo Radley]

Originally posted by Leeo:
I think it's much safer to let dalem thaw in the refrigerator rather than on the counter. You know, I just flashed on this image of dalem on the kitchen counter, you wearing an apron that says, "Kiss the cook." with a big bowl of raw oyster stuffing in your hands and I may just be ill for the rest of the day.
For that, I promise you will do nothing more than Die-A-Lot™ for the remainder of our game.
Satisfied?

[Mouse]

Originally posted by Boo Radley:
You know, I just flashed on this image of dalem on the kitchen counter, you wearing an apron that says, "Kiss the cook." with a big bowl of raw oyster stuffing in your hands and I may just be ill for the rest of the day.
For that, I promise you will do nothing more than Die-A-Lot™ for the remainder of our game.
Satisfied? Ugh! Damn glad I didn't eat lunch today...

[Mouse]

Originally posted by Boo Radley:
You know, I just flashed on this image of dalem on the kitchen counter, you wearing an apron that says, "Kiss the cook." with a big bowl of raw oyster stuffing in your hands and I may just be ill for the rest of the day.
For that, I promise you will do nothing more than Die-A-Lot™ for the remainder of our game.
Satisfied? Ugh! Damn glad I didn't eat lunch today...

[Leeo]

Just because dalem's little timer-thing pops out, it does not necessarily mean he's done.

[Leeo]

Just because dalem's little timer-thing pops out, it does not necessarily mean he's done.

[Nidan1]

Originally posted by Leeo:
Just because dalem's little timer-thing pops out, it does not necessarily mean he's done. Oh, make no mistake about it Leeo , he's done.... RRRHHHHHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!! ...that one was set for WELL DONE.

[Nidan1]

Originally posted by Leeo:
Just because dalem's little timer-thing pops out, it does not necessarily mean he's done. Oh, make no mistake about it Leeo , he's done.... RRRHHHHHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!! ...that one was set for WELL DONE.

[Nidan1]

Just when you think that you can finally coast in life, fate has a way of laying you low...pulling the rug out from under you, so to speak. One can never be too complacent, a man has to always be on his guard, there are forces in the universe that are constantly conspiring to ruin your day. When I was in Nam, and someone we knew was killed or maimed, we never directly dealt with it...we would say stuff like "boy was his health record messed up" or "at least it wasn't a sucking chest wound". We knew that the same things could happen to us in a flash, but at twenty it would never happen.

As one gets older..you learn to appreciate some of the gifts that the Creator has given you, and allowed you to keep. Athletic prowess fades with age, not matter what your mind says you think you can do....the body simply cannot respond the way it did in your twenties. Being a martial artist, I can attest to the way my body protests when I attempt to do things that I used to be able to do with ease. That you can accept, its hard, but you do learn to realize the fact. So you sublimate it into success at work, getting promotions, being recognized for achievement, you know that your days as a hunter killer are over.

You learn to temper yourself...to use those strengths that you still have...to use years of training and experience as a substitute for raw speed and power. You say to yourself I can still do it , but you know at the age of 57 that is not the case.

About a month ago I noticed some disturbing symtoms in my left eye...flashes of light, large spots floating in my field of vision...things I recognized as symptoms of a retinal detachment.
I suffered one of those about seven years ago, so I knew what was happening. I was examined by an othalmologist, and he said there was no detachment, but I had suffered a shifting of the gel in the eyeball, and it had caused some internal bleeding. Seems I am prone to that.

About a week ago it happened again, this time much worse, the lower half of my across my whole field of vision went dark. I saw the doctor again, and this time I definitely had a detachment. I also have a condition call "Lattice Degeneration", this causes tiny holes in the retina which bleed and cause floaters in my field of vision. The doctor injected gas into my eyeball in a technique called "steamrolling"..pretty cool huh? The pressure of the gas is suppposed to flatten the retina back down onto the wall of the eyeball. I have to keep my head tilted to the left in order for the gas to cover the damaged area. I have been at this for four days now.

Yesterday I had laser surgery. Modern medical techniques are a wonder, but it is no fun sitting, pressed up against an apparatus while a green argon laser beam fries the tissue inside of your eye. Right now it is 99% reattached, but I still cant see well out of that eye.

The doctor says that there is no reason to believe that this will continue to happen of the course of the rest of my life. No lifestyle change or medicines are needed. When confronting the frailty of your own body, it requires some real thought, the kind of thought that one never wants to engage in. You think to yourself I've got more years behind me, than I do in front a very sobering revelation that sneaks up on you from time to time.

Of course this minor set-back does not influence the playing of CM...I could beat most of you with one eye anyway. So don't rub your hands together with glee and think you can take advantage of my temporary infirmity,

[Nidan1]

Just when you think that you can finally coast in life, fate has a way of laying you low...pulling the rug out from under you, so to speak. One can never be too complacent, a man has to always be on his guard, there are forces in the universe that are constantly conspiring to ruin your day. When I was in Nam, and someone we knew was killed or maimed, we never directly dealt with it...we would say stuff like "boy was his health record messed up" or "at least it wasn't a sucking chest wound". We knew that the same things could happen to us in a flash, but at twenty it would never happen.

As one gets older..you learn to appreciate some of the gifts that the Creator has given you, and allowed you to keep. Athletic prowess fades with age, not matter what your mind says you think you can do....the body simply cannot respond the way it did in your twenties. Being a martial artist, I can attest to the way my body protests when I attempt to do things that I used to be able to do with ease. That you can accept, its hard, but you do learn to realize the fact. So you sublimate it into success at work, getting promotions, being recognized for achievement, you know that your days as a hunter killer are over.

You learn to temper yourself...to use those strengths that you still have...to use years of training and experience as a substitute for raw speed and power. You say to yourself I can still do it , but you know at the age of 57 that is not the case.

About a month ago I noticed some disturbing symtoms in my left eye...flashes of light, large spots floating in my field of vision...things I recognized as symptoms of a retinal detachment.
I suffered one of those about seven years ago, so I knew what was happening. I was examined by an othalmologist, and he said there was no detachment, but I had suffered a shifting of the gel in the eyeball, and it had caused some internal bleeding. Seems I am prone to that.

About a week ago it happened again, this time much worse, the lower half of my across my whole field of vision went dark. I saw the doctor again, and this time I definitely had a detachment. I also have a condition call "Lattice Degeneration", this causes tiny holes in the retina which bleed and cause floaters in my field of vision. The doctor injected gas into my eyeball in a technique called "steamrolling"..pretty cool huh? The pressure of the gas is suppposed to flatten the retina back down onto the wall of the eyeball. I have to keep my head tilted to the left in order for the gas to cover the damaged area. I have been at this for four days now.

Yesterday I had laser surgery. Modern medical techniques are a wonder, but it is no fun sitting, pressed up against an apparatus while a green argon laser beam fries the tissue inside of your eye. Right now it is 99% reattached, but I still cant see well out of that eye.

The doctor says that there is no reason to believe that this will continue to happen of the course of the rest of my life. No lifestyle change or medicines are needed. When confronting the frailty of your own body, it requires some real thought, the kind of thought that one never wants to engage in. You think to yourself I've got more years behind me, than I do in front a very sobering revelation that sneaks up on you from time to time.

Of course this minor set-back does not influence the playing of CM...I could beat most of you with one eye anyway. So don't rub your hands together with glee and think you can take advantage of my temporary infirmity,

[dalem]

Well Nidan, while everyone else is feeling sympathy for you I am going to sneak up on your left side a la Kirk in "Gamesters of Triskelion" ("Kloog's left eye is weak - approach him from that side") and TAKE MY BLOODY PHASER BACK.

THWACK-THWACK-THWACK-THWACK...

THWACK!!!

That was my phaser set on "pistol-whip Nidan's misshapen skull".

[dalem]

Well Nidan, while everyone else is feeling sympathy for you I am going to sneak up on your left side a la Kirk in "Gamesters of Triskelion" ("Kloog's left eye is weak - approach him from that side") and TAKE MY BLOODY PHASER BACK.

THWACK-THWACK-THWACK-THWACK...

THWACK!!!

That was my phaser set on "pistol-whip Nidan's misshapen skull".

[Nidan1]

Originally posted by dalem:
Well Nidan, while everyone else is feeling sympathy for you I am going to sneak up on your left side a la Kirk in "Gamesters of Triskelion" ("Kloog's left eye is weak - approach him from that side") and TAKE MY BLOODY PHASER BACK.

THWACK-THWACK-THWACK-THWACK...

THWACK!!!

That was my phaser set on "pistol-whip Nidan's misshapen skull". I had no idea you were trained as a Thrall... I have new found respect for you.

However I will wager 500 Kwatloes that you can't do it.

[ October 13, 2003, 06:58 PM: Message edited by: Nidan1 ]

[Nidan1]

Originally posted by dalem:
Well Nidan, while everyone else is feeling sympathy for you I am going to sneak up on your left side a la Kirk in "Gamesters of Triskelion" ("Kloog's left eye is weak - approach him from that side") and TAKE MY BLOODY PHASER BACK.

THWACK-THWACK-THWACK-THWACK...

THWACK!!!

That was my phaser set on "pistol-whip Nidan's misshapen skull". I had no idea you were trained as a Thrall... I have new found respect for you.

However I will wager 500 Kwatloes that you can't do it.

[ October 13, 2003, 06:58 PM: Message edited by: Nidan1 ]

[MrSpkr]

For a moment I felt profound sympathy for you, Nidan. Then I remembered with whom I was dealing.

I'll pray for you, but not very hard.

Steve

[MrSpkr]

For a moment I felt profound sympathy for you, Nidan. Then I remembered with whom I was dealing.

I'll pray for you, but not very hard.

Steve

[dalem]

I wager 1,000 quatloos that Nidan1 is untrainable and will have to be destroyed.

[dalem]

I wager 1,000 quatloos that Nidan1 is untrainable and will have to be destroyed.

[Marlow]

Originally posted by Boo Radley:
I will say yet again, what a perfectly horrible map you gave us and that I really take issue with "Boo's Hovel". There is no building there, only swamp. All I can say is that I did put a small, mud floored ramshackle hut on the map at that location, but the map editor had the good sense to remove it from the final map. Guess you sleep in the swamp skippy.

[Marlow]

Originally posted by Boo Radley:
I will say yet again, what a perfectly horrible map you gave us and that I really take issue with "Boo's Hovel". There is no building there, only swamp. All I can say is that I did put a small, mud floored ramshackle hut on the map at that location, but the map editor had the good sense to remove it from the final map. Guess you sleep in the swamp skippy.

[Speedy]

Man it must suck to be as old as you Nidan.

[Speedy]

Man it must suck to be as old as you Nidan.

[Seanachai]

Originally posted by Speedy:
Man it must suck to be as old as you Nidan. Still, he's not Australian, so that's something.

Of course he is from New York, so it's still a net gain of 'zero'.

[Seanachai]

Originally posted by Speedy:
Man it must suck to be as old as you Nidan. Still, he's not Australian, so that's something.

Of course he is from New York, so it's still a net gain of 'zero'.

[Leeo]

Originally posted by dalem:
I wager 1,000 quatloos that Nidan1 is untrainable and will have to be destroyed. I'll bet a large hand of grain that you get nervous around axes. Especially in November.

[Leeo]

Originally posted by dalem:
I wager 1,000 quatloos that Nidan1 is untrainable and will have to be destroyed. I'll bet a large hand of grain that you get nervous around axes. Especially in November.

[Seanachai]

Here, listen up, you lot of various discharges of impure fluids. I have an announcement to make.

I feel it is only right that the Peng Challenge Thread, that home of all that is foolish, and humourous, and just a bit vicious, needs to acknowledge the status achieved by certain members of this Board.

As Cabron66 has written, so it shall be also written here. The abomination currently known as 'The Four Horsemen of the Combat Mission Apocalypse' shall enter fully into the mythology of the Peng Challenge Thread. Berli is already an Olde One, and Andreas is already a Seniour Knight. Grog Dorosh has some sort of unreflective, 'not quite sure where the bugger's at' status as a Squire, or somefink.

But hereafter and in times to come, Michael Dorosh and Michael Emrys shall be regarded as Seniour Knights of the Peng Challenge Thread.

Partly this is because they amuse me, and, as such, should amuse the lot of you 'I put in a good day's pissing on the floor, and then I go to sleep' buggers, but mostly because as any good Illuminati knows, the first thing you do, after killing all the lawyers, is to co-opt all other potential power sources.

If the Templars had followed this simple rule of thumb, they'd be running Europe today, instead of having us stand in as their spiritual heirs.

Before the Justicar (may his lash never flag in its labour over the backs of the unrighteous) raises an objection, let me remind him that we have had spontaneous 'raisings of status and honourary conferments' before. Somewhere. At some time. Check the rules.

Ah, wait! I know the proper precedence!

Because it amuses. And will annoy the Outer Boarders.

By the by, Dorosh, no need to change your signature line. We still all want you to die, this doesn't change that a bit. Especially some of our less thoughtful and prudent members, who're currently complaining of a most uncomfortable and embarrassing itching all about the private area.

[Seanachai]

Here, listen up, you lot of various discharges of impure fluids. I have an announcement to make.

I feel it is only right that the Peng Challenge Thread, that home of all that is foolish, and humourous, and just a bit vicious, needs to acknowledge the status achieved by certain members of this Board.

As Cabron66 has written, so it shall be also written here. The abomination currently known as 'The Four Horsemen of the Combat Mission Apocalypse' shall enter fully into the mythology of the Peng Challenge Thread. Berli is already an Olde One, and Andreas is already a Seniour Knight. Grog Dorosh has some sort of unreflective, 'not quite sure where the bugger's at' status as a Squire, or somefink.

But hereafter and in times to come, Michael Dorosh and Michael Emrys shall be regarded as Seniour Knights of the Peng Challenge Thread.

Partly this is because they amuse me, and, as such, should amuse the lot of you 'I put in a good day's pissing on the floor, and then I go to sleep' buggers, but mostly because as any good Illuminati knows, the first thing you do, after killing all the lawyers, is to co-opt all other potential power sources.

If the Templars had followed this simple rule of thumb, they'd be running Europe today, instead of having us stand in as their spiritual heirs.

Before the Justicar (may his lash never flag in its labour over the backs of the unrighteous) raises an objection, let me remind him that we have had spontaneous 'raisings of status and honourary conferments' before. Somewhere. At some time. Check the rules.

Ah, wait! I know the proper precedence!

Because it amuses. And will annoy the Outer Boarders.

By the by, Dorosh, no need to change your signature line. We still all want you to die, this doesn't change that a bit. Especially some of our less thoughtful and prudent members, who're currently complaining of a most uncomfortable and embarrassing itching all about the private area.

[MrSpkr]

Okay, who left the daft Olde Bugger's medicine uncapped again this week?

Seanachai, taking 'one tablet, twice per day' IS NOT the same as 'taking 60 tablets, all at once'. I don't care whether you want to be done with the bloody month all at once or not.

Sigh. This will not stand. I'd rather see Meeks back and in charge (or did he ever leave - I get so confused) than Emrys and Dorosh have any standing as knights.

Make the loons Double-Secret Probation Members of the Muthah Beautiful Thread or somefink, if you must acknowledge their existence.

Pillock.

Steve

[MrSpkr]

Okay, who left the daft Olde Bugger's medicine uncapped again this week?

Seanachai, taking 'one tablet, twice per day' IS NOT the same as 'taking 60 tablets, all at once'. I don't care whether you want to be done with the bloody month all at once or not.

Sigh. This will not stand. I'd rather see Meeks back and in charge (or did he ever leave - I get so confused) than Emrys and Dorosh have any standing as knights.

Make the loons Double-Secret Probation Members of the Muthah Beautiful Thread or somefink, if you must acknowledge their existence.

Pillock.

Steve

[Joe Shaw]

Originally posted by MrSpkr:
Okay, who left the daft Olde Bugger's medicine uncapped again this week?

Seanachai, taking 'one tablet, twice per day' IS NOT the same as 'taking 60 tablets, all at once'. I don't care whether you want to be done with the bloody month all at once or not.

Sigh. This will not stand. I'd rather see Meeks back and in charge (or did he ever leave - I get so confused) than Emrys and Dorosh have any standing as knights.

Make the loons Double-Secret Probation Members of the Muthah Beautiful Thread or somefink, if you must acknowledge their existence.

Pillock.

Steve MrSpkr has the right of it ... get it, Conservative ... right of it ... man I crack myself up.

Naytheless he is correct, or at least as correct as a ****e 'tween the toes, bib overall wearing hayseed hillbilly from Oklahoma FAUX Texan can be.

We have ever stood against the forces of evil here and I can't think of much that's more evil (Berli excepted, as always ... but then he's OUR evil isn't he and so not quite the same) than self admitted Grogs. Grog Dorosh is ... well ... special ... in that "no, really, the Principal said he REALLY liked your tribute to mucus term paper and wanted you to drop by his house tonight" special kind of way and really rather like a pet. A smelly, flea ridden, poops on the floor when he can't make it outside kind of pet but you DO get attached to them even as you slap them with a rolled up newspaper.

No Seanachai these random edicts of yours just won't do. Annoying the outerboard is NOT sufficient cause to annoy US in the process.

May I suggest that you try drinking COMMERCIAL alcohol next time? Mixing Aqua Velva and orange juice is ... well, it's just wrong isn't it.

I'm in Denver, feel rotten and THIS TRIPE ISN'T HELPING MY MOOD!

Joe

[Joe Shaw]

Originally posted by MrSpkr:
Okay, who left the daft Olde Bugger's medicine uncapped again this week?

Seanachai, taking 'one tablet, twice per day' IS NOT the same as 'taking 60 tablets, all at once'. I don't care whether you want to be done with the bloody month all at once or not.

Sigh. This will not stand. I'd rather see Meeks back and in charge (or did he ever leave - I get so confused) than Emrys and Dorosh have any standing as knights.

Make the loons Double-Secret Probation Members of the Muthah Beautiful Thread or somefink, if you must acknowledge their existence.

Pillock.

Steve MrSpkr has the right of it ... get it, Conservative ... right of it ... man I crack myself up.

Naytheless he is correct, or at least as correct as a ****e 'tween the toes, bib overall wearing hayseed hillbilly from Oklahoma FAUX Texan can be.

We have ever stood against the forces of evil here and I can't think of much that's more evil (Berli excepted, as always ... but then he's OUR evil isn't he and so not quite the same) than self admitted Grogs. Grog Dorosh is ... well ... special ... in that "no, really, the Principal said he REALLY liked your tribute to mucus term paper and wanted you to drop by his house tonight" special kind of way and really rather like a pet. A smelly, flea ridden, poops on the floor when he can't make it outside kind of pet but you DO get attached to them even as you slap them with a rolled up newspaper.

No Seanachai these random edicts of yours just won't do. Annoying the outerboard is NOT sufficient cause to annoy US in the process.

May I suggest that you try drinking COMMERCIAL alcohol next time? Mixing Aqua Velva and orange juice is ... well, it's just wrong isn't it.

I'm in Denver, feel rotten and THIS TRIPE ISN'T HELPING MY MOOD!

Joe

[MrSpkr]

Originally posted by Joe Shaw:
MrSpkr has the right of it.

Joe .sig material, that.

BTW Joe, when are you heading Dallas way?

Steve

[MrSpkr]

Originally posted by Joe Shaw:
MrSpkr has the right of it.

Joe .sig material, that.

BTW Joe, when are you heading Dallas way?

Steve

[rune]

Seanachai ,

Did you receive the wonderful picture of you wearing Aussie garb, laying flat on your back, with your boys in hand?

It may have been Berli who shot your likeness in CMAK, then again, it could have been one if the other AI controlled units, and it was the first time i ever seen the AI purposely attack one of its own units.

Rune

[ October 14, 2003, 09:48 AM: Message edited by: rune ]

[Lars]

Originally posted by MrSpkr:
I'll pray for you, but not very hard.
Isn't that just code for "Compassionate Conservatism"?

SSN Hint Of The Day: Push the panic button every other day.

Now sod off.

[rune]

Seanachai ,

Did you receive the wonderful picture of you wearing Aussie garb, laying flat on your back, with your boys in hand?

It may have been Berli who shot your likeness in CMAK, then again, it could have been one if the other AI controlled units, and it was the first time i ever seen the AI purposely attack one of its own units.

Rune

[ October 14, 2003, 09:48 AM: Message edited by: rune ]

[Lars]

Originally posted by MrSpkr:
I'll pray for you, but not very hard.
Isn't that just code for "Compassionate Conservatism"?

SSN Hint Of The Day: Push the panic button every other day.

Now sod off.

[Lars]

Originally posted by Joe Shaw:
We have ever stood against the forces of evil here and I can't think of much that's more evil than self admitted Grogs. Used car salesmen come to mind today.

Did they really think I wasn't going to take it to a good mechanic?

Feckin bastiches...

[Lars]

Originally posted by Joe Shaw:
We have ever stood against the forces of evil here and I can't think of much that's more evil than self admitted Grogs. Used car salesmen come to mind today.

Did they really think I wasn't going to take it to a good mechanic?

Feckin bastiches...

[Leeo]

I understand that dalem likes to gobble, gobble his meals.

[Leeo]

I understand that dalem likes to gobble, gobble his meals.

[MrSpkr]

Originally posted by Leeo:
I understand that dalem likes to gobble, gobble his meals. Ewwww!

Steve

[MrSpkr]

Originally posted by Leeo:
I understand that dalem likes to gobble, gobble his meals. Ewwww!

Steve

[dalem]

Originally posted by Leeo:
I understand that dalem likes to gobble, gobble his meals. They told me I can't hang out at the bus station for awhile though.

[dalem]

Originally posted by Leeo:
I understand that dalem likes to gobble, gobble his meals. They told me I can't hang out at the bus station for awhile though.

[MrSpkr]

Originally posted by dalem:
</font><blockquote>quote:</font><hr />Originally posted by Leeo:
I understand that dalem likes to gobble, gobble his meals. They told me I can't hang out at the bus station for awhile though. </font>[/QUOTE]But do they still pair you up with that lesbian assassin?

Steve

[MrSpkr]

Originally posted by dalem:
</font><blockquote>quote:</font><hr />Originally posted by Leeo:
I understand that dalem likes to gobble, gobble his meals. They told me I can't hang out at the bus station for awhile though. </font>[/QUOTE]But do they still pair you up with that lesbian assassin?

Steve

[dalem]

Originally posted by MrSpkr:
</font><blockquote>quote:</font><hr />Originally posted by dalem:
</font><blockquote>quote:</font><hr />Originally posted by Leeo:
I understand that dalem likes to gobble, gobble his meals. They told me I can't hang out at the bus station for awhile though. </font>[/QUOTE]But do they still pair you up with that lesbian assassin?

Steve </font>[/QUOTE]She's a lesbian? No wonder she gets mad when I goose her.

[dalem]

Originally posted by MrSpkr:
</font><blockquote>quote:</font><hr />Originally posted by dalem:
</font><blockquote>quote:</font><hr />Originally posted by Leeo:
I understand that dalem likes to gobble, gobble his meals. They told me I can't hang out at the bus station for awhile though. </font>[/QUOTE]But do they still pair you up with that lesbian assassin?

Steve </font>[/QUOTE]She's a lesbian? No wonder she gets mad when I goose her.

[Boo Radley]

Turkeys, geese, chicks on chicks...
This thread is becoming more fowl by the moment.

[Boo Radley]

Turkeys, geese, chicks on chicks...
This thread is becoming more fowl by the moment.

[Jim Boggs]

Originally posted by Boo Radley:
Turkeys, geese, chicks on chicks...
This thread is becoming more fowl by the moment. Starting at 9:14 AM this morning.

[Jim Boggs]

Originally posted by Boo Radley:
Turkeys, geese, chicks on chicks...
This thread is becoming more fowl by the moment. Starting at 9:14 AM this morning.

[rleete]

I'm back from the U.K. Damn, I missed all the fun with the Four Horsemen, well, three horsemen and a donkey guy. Kinda sounds like a movie, doesn't it? Probably better left unmade, that one. All on account of goat66? Maybe it's best I did miss it.

Fair Dame Emma, I also missed you, and for that I apologize. We were only in your beautiful land for a short time, but it was a trip I shall not soon forget. Edinburgh is a lovely city. The views from the castle walls are not to be believed, they are so spectacular.

I did get to meet Yeknodathon (not a thistle in sight), and it was worth the quote he made: "I like the setup portion of the game best; it's like flower arranging for men". Pathetic.

I also got to try out some of the local tipples, namely Laphroaig, Lagavulin, Glenfiddich and another who's name escapes me. I tried to chose names I have heard bandied about on the forums, and hope I made the right choice. It's all rather daunting. Personally, I still prefer a pint of stout (Gotta love Guinness on tap) but I do agree they are fine examples of the brewer's art. I also brought home a bottle of mead, which I have not tried yet.

To those I promised a bottle, it is now ready, and should be mailed soon. Have to get over the jet-lag and get to work.

Bovington is just as sweet as it gets, with some very fine examples of big clankety things. There are even some arcade style games, where you "fire" a piat and a bren. Fortunately, there was no running involved, as there is not a tripod to be seen.

[rleete]

I'm back from the U.K. Damn, I missed all the fun with the Four Horsemen, well, three horsemen and a donkey guy. Kinda sounds like a movie, doesn't it? Probably better left unmade, that one. All on account of goat66? Maybe it's best I did miss it.

Fair Dame Emma, I also missed you, and for that I apologize. We were only in your beautiful land for a short time, but it was a trip I shall not soon forget. Edinburgh is a lovely city. The views from the castle walls are not to be believed, they are so spectacular.

I did get to meet Yeknodathon (not a thistle in sight), and it was worth the quote he made: "I like the setup portion of the game best; it's like flower arranging for men". Pathetic.

I also got to try out some of the local tipples, namely Laphroaig, Lagavulin, Glenfiddich and another who's name escapes me. I tried to chose names I have heard bandied about on the forums, and hope I made the right choice. It's all rather daunting. Personally, I still prefer a pint of stout (Gotta love Guinness on tap) but I do agree they are fine examples of the brewer's art. I also brought home a bottle of mead, which I have not tried yet.

To those I promised a bottle, it is now ready, and should be mailed soon. Have to get over the jet-lag and get to work.

Bovington is just as sweet as it gets, with some very fine examples of big clankety things. There are even some arcade style games, where you "fire" a piat and a bren. Fortunately, there was no running involved, as there is not a tripod to be seen.

[Leeo]

Do you all realize just how nasty Elvis is?

(I know I broke some cardinal rule of grammar, and boy, does it feel good)

[Leeo]

Do you all realize just how nasty Elvis is?

(I know I broke some cardinal rule of grammar, and boy, does it feel good)

[Boo Radley]

Originally posted by R Leete:
I'm back. You were gone?

[Boo Radley]

Originally posted by R Leete:
I'm back. You were gone?

[dalem]

Originally posted by Leeo:
Do you all realize just how nasty Elvis is?

Yes.

[dalem]

Originally posted by Leeo:
Do you all realize just how nasty Elvis is?

Yes.

[Berlichtingen]

Originally posted by Seanachai:
But hereafter and in times to come, Michael Dorosh and Michael Emrys shall be regarded as Seniour Knights of the Peng Challenge Thread.Now that's a truly lovely idea. I'll back this one

[Berlichtingen]

Originally posted by Seanachai:
But hereafter and in times to come, Michael Dorosh and Michael Emrys shall be regarded as Seniour Knights of the Peng Challenge Thread.Now that's a truly lovely idea. I'll back this one

[MrSpkr]

Originally posted by Berlichtingen:
</font><blockquote>quote:</font><hr />Originally posted by Seanachai:
But hereafter and in times to come, Michael Dorosh and Michael Emrys shall be regarded as Seniour Knights of the Peng Challenge Thread.Now that's a truly lovely idea. I'll back this one </font>[/QUOTE]You only say that because you think they're your peers.

Of course, we won't mention the fact they outshine you in every possible category except 'nosehair'.

Steve

[MrSpkr]

Originally posted by Berlichtingen:
</font><blockquote>quote:</font><hr />Originally posted by Seanachai:
But hereafter and in times to come, Michael Dorosh and Michael Emrys shall be regarded as Seniour Knights of the Peng Challenge Thread.Now that's a truly lovely idea. I'll back this one </font>[/QUOTE]You only say that because you think they're your peers.

Of course, we won't mention the fact they outshine you in every possible category except 'nosehair'.

Steve

[Berlichtingen]

Originally posted by MrSpkr:
You only say that because you think they're your peers.No, I find the fact that the idea annoys you and Joe to be quite entertaining

[Berlichtingen]

Originally posted by MrSpkr:
You only say that because you think they're your peers.No, I find the fact that the idea annoys you and Joe to be quite entertaining

[imported_mike_the_wino2]

Originally posted by Speedy:
Man it must suck to be as old as you Nidan. And to be that stupid. I though wisdom comes with age, I guess he didn't sign up for that package. I hold in my grape-stained hands a copy of "Combat Mission: Barbarossa to Berlin Strategy Guide" by Mark H. Walker.

Why do I have this fine text? Was it to improve my game? No.

Was it for a fun read? Once again, No.

No, it was on the assertation of one Nidan, or is it Nidan1, whatever, that said text contained the dates on which vehicles are present on the battlefield. Well let me be the first to say Nidan, you ignorant slut, this info is not in here. You are a tick buried into the hind quarters of society, providing nothing useful.

On the upside I also got the books on Soviet, US and German tank tactics. Better read up quick, Jim Boggs is aching from the "Probe" that we are finishing up and wants a go at an all armor battle.

[imported_mike_the_wino2]

Originally posted by Speedy:
Man it must suck to be as old as you Nidan. And to be that stupid. I though wisdom comes with age, I guess he didn't sign up for that package. I hold in my grape-stained hands a copy of "Combat Mission: Barbarossa to Berlin Strategy Guide" by Mark H. Walker.

Why do I have this fine text? Was it to improve my game? No.

Was it for a fun read? Once again, No.

No, it was on the assertation of one Nidan, or is it Nidan1, whatever, that said text contained the dates on which vehicles are present on the battlefield. Well let me be the first to say Nidan, you ignorant slut, this info is not in here. You are a tick buried into the hind quarters of society, providing nothing useful.

On the upside I also got the books on Soviet, US and German tank tactics. Better read up quick, Jim Boggs is aching from the "Probe" that we are finishing up and wants a go at an all armor battle.

[Hiram Sedai]

Turns are out. I'm requesting that my opponents lose faster so I can have more time to play IceWind Dale II. Thanks much!!

[Hiram Sedai]

Turns are out. I'm requesting that my opponents lose faster so I can have more time to play IceWind Dale II. Thanks much!!

[Boo Radley]

Originally posted by Hiram Sedai:
Turns are out. I'm requesting that my opponents lose faster so I can have more time to play IceWind Dale II. Thanks much!! Dear Hiram, (Oh, excuse me, it's HEEEE-ram, isn't it?)
Bite me a whole lot right now. You want people to accomodate you so you can ply your little Windy Chippendale-Mystery Date-Girly Game and yet you only send moves out once a week. I have stains in my bathroom that are more freshly inviting than you. Playing CM with you is akin to feeding yourself into a manual meat grinder, but without the warm anticipation.
Either start sending moves at a faster rate or I will send a blanket mailing to all of your Jaw-juh neighbors, telling them that the hairy critter sharing quarters with Dame Moraine is not a diseased howler monkey, like they thought, but is in reality a hairy, bloated Northerner from Noo Joisey, who has moved to their state to tell them that they don't know a thing about college football.
Don't see if I wont.

[Boo Radley]

Originally posted by Hiram Sedai:
Turns are out. I'm requesting that my opponents lose faster so I can have more time to play IceWind Dale II. Thanks much!! Dear Hiram, (Oh, excuse me, it's HEEEE-ram, isn't it?)
Bite me a whole lot right now. You want people to accomodate you so you can ply your little Windy Chippendale-Mystery Date-Girly Game and yet you only send moves out once a week. I have stains in my bathroom that are more freshly inviting than you. Playing CM with you is akin to feeding yourself into a manual meat grinder, but without the warm anticipation.
Either start sending moves at a faster rate or I will send a blanket mailing to all of your Jaw-juh neighbors, telling them that the hairy critter sharing quarters with Dame Moraine is not a diseased howler monkey, like they thought, but is in reality a hairy, bloated Northerner from Noo Joisey, who has moved to their state to tell them that they don't know a thing about college football.
Don't see if I wont.

[Geier]

S'right

Temple of elementary school evil rox.

[Geier]

S'right

Temple of elementary school evil rox.

[Lars]

I propose we make this lad a honorary member of the Pool

What kid learns about curses by the time he's old enough to walk and hears testimonials about suffering from grandparents, parents, siblings, cousins, neighbors and friends and then decides, "That's for me?"

Very likely the kid who was parked in Seat 116, Row 9 on Tuesday night at Wrigley Field. Sounds like he'd fit right in.

SSN Hint Of The Day: Take the biggest piece.

Now sod off.

[Lars]

I propose we make this lad a honorary member of the Pool

What kid learns about curses by the time he's old enough to walk and hears testimonials about suffering from grandparents, parents, siblings, cousins, neighbors and friends and then decides, "That's for me?"

Very likely the kid who was parked in Seat 116, Row 9 on Tuesday night at Wrigley Field. Sounds like he'd fit right in.

SSN Hint Of The Day: Take the biggest piece.

Now sod off.

[Lurkur]

Meanwhile back in the vicinity of Novgorod, a lone figure is seen wandering aimlessly through an empty and thoroughly frozen cesspool. The wind howls through the tunnels and whips dry snow about like sand from a sand blaster. In spite of the sub-zero temperatures, the place has lost none of its reek.

"Hello? Hellooowwwwww?!"

The wanderer is clad in heavy winter gear, the scarf that covers his face is coated with frost. Snow has embedded itself in every fold or crease in his clothing. He rummages through an in-basket marked "Lurkur", finding only frost and advertisements for hair restoration services, products to make him "bigger," generic viagra, low-interest mortgages, and nameless, hot women who desperately want him in spite of the fact that someone out there thinks that he needs all these improvements.

"Now if they gave you a hot, nameless woman with every bottle of generic viagra you bought, that would sell..."

Lurkur lets the wind carry the papers away.

"I don't think I'm getting all of my memos..."

He emerges from the 'pool, and watches as the winds blow away the last traces of footprints heading off into the trees.

"Roight!, this way then!"

He trudges toward the trees, chasing the ghosts of footprints into the woods. Into the snow. Into the wind.

Gamey Updates:
Total victory over Lady Moraine. She maintained her dignity in defeat, and we had a delightful picnic after the fight, using one of her dead tankers as a table.

About to be rolled and beaten like a dirty old rug by SirReal, who has undoubtedly used some Swedish mind control trick on the game to give him overwhelming numbers of ferrets to hurl off the cliff of combat. Gamey rat bastige.

In stasis with Simon. We'll need a few extra turns to let our men do stretching exercises before continuing the battle. Some of them are complaining about getting cramps from holding the same pose for three weeks.

Lurk

[Lurkur]

Meanwhile back in the vicinity of Novgorod, a lone figure is seen wandering aimlessly through an empty and thoroughly frozen cesspool. The wind howls through the tunnels and whips dry snow about like sand from a sand blaster. In spite of the sub-zero temperatures, the place has lost none of its reek.

"Hello? Hellooowwwwww?!"

The wanderer is clad in heavy winter gear, the scarf that covers his face is coated with frost. Snow has embedded itself in every fold or crease in his clothing. He rummages through an in-basket marked "Lurkur", finding only frost and advertisements for hair restoration services, products to make him "bigger," generic viagra, low-interest mortgages, and nameless, hot women who desperately want him in spite of the fact that someone out there thinks that he needs all these improvements.

"Now if they gave you a hot, nameless woman with every bottle of generic viagra you bought, that would sell..."

Lurkur lets the wind carry the papers away.

"I don't think I'm getting all of my memos..."

He emerges from the 'pool, and watches as the winds blow away the last traces of footprints heading off into the trees.

"Roight!, this way then!"

He trudges toward the trees, chasing the ghosts of footprints into the woods. Into the snow. Into the wind.

Gamey Updates:
Total victory over Lady Moraine. She maintained her dignity in defeat, and we had a delightful picnic after the fight, using one of her dead tankers as a table.

About to be rolled and beaten like a dirty old rug by SirReal, who has undoubtedly used some Swedish mind control trick on the game to give him overwhelming numbers of ferrets to hurl off the cliff of combat. Gamey rat bastige.

In stasis with Simon. We'll need a few extra turns to let our men do stretching exercises before continuing the battle. Some of them are complaining about getting cramps from holding the same pose for three weeks.

Lurk

[SirReal]

Originally posted by Lurkur:
About to be rolled and beaten like a dirty old rug by SirReal, who has undoubtedly used some Swedish mind control trick on the game to give him overwhelming numbers of ferrets to hurl off the cliff of combat. Gamey rat bastige.Hey grogs, what would be the required muzzle velocity of a 76.2mm ferret to penetrate a PzIII turret front at 500m?

/SirReal

[SirReal]

Originally posted by Lurkur:
About to be rolled and beaten like a dirty old rug by SirReal, who has undoubtedly used some Swedish mind control trick on the game to give him overwhelming numbers of ferrets to hurl off the cliff of combat. Gamey rat bastige.Hey grogs, what would be the required muzzle velocity of a 76.2mm ferret to penetrate a PzIII turret front at 500m?

/SirReal

[dalem]

Originally posted by SirReal:
Hey grogs, what would be the required muzzle velocity of a 76.2mm ferret to penetrate a PzIII turret front at 500m?

/SirReal 3.

[dalem]

Originally posted by SirReal:
Hey grogs, what would be the required muzzle velocity of a 76.2mm ferret to penetrate a PzIII turret front at 500m?

/SirReal 3.

[Yeknodathon]

Originally posted by dalem:
</font><blockquote>quote:</font><hr />Originally posted by SirReal:
Hey grogs, what would be the required muzzle velocity of a 76.2mm ferret to penetrate a PzIII turret front at 500m?

/SirReal 3. </font>[/QUOTE]Ferret grog.

[Yeknodathon]

Originally posted by dalem:
</font><blockquote>quote:</font><hr />Originally posted by SirReal:
Hey grogs, what would be the required muzzle velocity of a 76.2mm ferret to penetrate a PzIII turret front at 500m?

/SirReal 3. </font>[/QUOTE]Ferret grog.

[Moriarty]

Originally posted by SirReal:
</font><blockquote>quote:</font><hr />Originally posted by Lurkur:
About to be rolled and beaten like a dirty old rug by SirReal, who has undoubtedly used some Swedish mind control trick on the game to give him overwhelming numbers of ferrets to hurl off the cliff of combat. Gamey rat bastige.Hey grogs, what would be the required muzzle velocity of a 76.2mm ferret to penetrate a PzIII turret front at 500m?

/SirReal </font>[/QUOTE]If you're looking for grogs, you've come to the wrong place. Try the MasturbatoryGoodale thread. They would, no doubt, have just the answer you're looking for.

[ October 15, 2003, 09:34 PM: Message edited by: Moriarty ]

[Moriarty]

Originally posted by SirReal:
</font><blockquote>quote:</font><hr />Originally posted by Lurkur:
About to be rolled and beaten like a dirty old rug by SirReal, who has undoubtedly used some Swedish mind control trick on the game to give him overwhelming numbers of ferrets to hurl off the cliff of combat. Gamey rat bastige.Hey grogs, what would be the required muzzle velocity of a 76.2mm ferret to penetrate a PzIII turret front at 500m?

/SirReal </font>[/QUOTE]If you're looking for grogs, you've come to the wrong place. Try the MasturbatoryGoodale thread. They would, no doubt, have just the answer you're looking for.

[ October 15, 2003, 09:34 PM: Message edited by: Moriarty ]

[SirReal]

Originally posted by Moriarty:
If you're looking for grogs, you've come to the wrong place. Try the MasturbatoryGoodale thread. They would, no doubt, have just the answer you're looking for. No, I'm in exactly the place I want to be. Are you? You certainly have an impressively low member number, but you might still be in the Shady Oasis of Doubt Over Fallos Fitness.

Besides, ever since Seanachai did that little apocalypse thing, the grogs have been all over the MBT. You'd think that they were fleas and the MBT a mangy mongrel. Oh. Right.

/SirReal

[SirReal]

Originally posted by Moriarty:
If you're looking for grogs, you've come to the wrong place. Try the MasturbatoryGoodale thread. They would, no doubt, have just the answer you're looking for. No, I'm in exactly the place I want to be. Are you? You certainly have an impressively low member number, but you might still be in the Shady Oasis of Doubt Over Fallos Fitness.

Besides, ever since Seanachai did that little apocalypse thing, the grogs have been all over the MBT. You'd think that they were fleas and the MBT a mangy mongrel. Oh. Right.

/SirReal

[imported_mike_the_wino2]

Turn out to Lars. What a joy to watch the lad writhe in pain under the combined onslaught of my drunken antics and rune's TEAM EVIL scenario design. Such fun.

I would have sent a turn to Boo but his email addie is so full of goat porn and offers to enlarge parts of his anatomy that my email was rejected. Would it be possible to get an email addie you don't give out to all the naughty sites you visit?

[imported_mike_the_wino2]

Turn out to Lars. What a joy to watch the lad writhe in pain under the combined onslaught of my drunken antics and rune's TEAM EVIL scenario design. Such fun.

I would have sent a turn to Boo but his email addie is so full of goat porn and offers to enlarge parts of his anatomy that my email was rejected. Would it be possible to get an email addie you don't give out to all the naughty sites you visit?

[Jim Boggs]

Is Rune a Grog or just evil?

[Jim Boggs]

Is Rune a Grog or just evil?

[dalem]

Originally posted by Jim Boggs:
Is Rune a Grog or just evil? I think of him as a medium-sized wooden spoon.

[dalem]

Originally posted by Jim Boggs:
Is Rune a Grog or just evil? I think of him as a medium-sized wooden spoon.

[athkatla]

Aussie Tossers!

England for the World Cup!

[athkatla]

Aussie Tossers!

England for the World Cup!

[Moriarty]

Originally posted by SirReal:
[QUOTE]
No, I'm in exactly the place I want to be. Are you? You certainly have an impressively low member number, but you might still be in the Shady Oasis of Doubt Over Fallos Fitness.

/SirReal The real question SirReal is are you where we want you to be? That you had the misfortune of being aligned with the Shavian Outhouse is rather poetic justice for a newbie (6 months is 6 months, eh?) of your ilk.

Suffice it to say, sirrah, that I was here when the Shady Oasis of Doubt was still grass seed.

[ October 16, 2003, 12:21 AM: Message edited by: Moriarty ]

[Moriarty]

Originally posted by SirReal:
[QUOTE]
No, I'm in exactly the place I want to be. Are you? You certainly have an impressively low member number, but you might still be in the Shady Oasis of Doubt Over Fallos Fitness.

/SirReal The real question SirReal is are you where we want you to be? That you had the misfortune of being aligned with the Shavian Outhouse is rather poetic justice for a newbie (6 months is 6 months, eh?) of your ilk.

Suffice it to say, sirrah, that I was here when the Shady Oasis of Doubt was still grass seed.

[ October 16, 2003, 12:21 AM: Message edited by: Moriarty ]

[Herr Oberst]

Seanachai, the gamey-assed, slack-jawed, slope-headed, gap-toothed, paleolithic unter-munchkin has yet to make an appearance in our QB... bastige probably bought 5 Sturmtigers and plans to level the town after I take it and claim it, the schnapps, and all its wimmen for my own. He can keep the big Helgas with iron-pointed boobs and horned helmets singing German opera. No wonder the Germans always went to war... who'd want to stay home with something like that! "A Gnomish-treat," he calls them. Turns my stomach it does...

[Herr Oberst]

Seanachai, the gamey-assed, slack-jawed, slope-headed, gap-toothed, paleolithic unter-munchkin has yet to make an appearance in our QB... bastige probably bought 5 Sturmtigers and plans to level the town after I take it and claim it, the schnapps, and all its wimmen for my own. He can keep the big Helgas with iron-pointed boobs and horned helmets singing German opera. No wonder the Germans always went to war... who'd want to stay home with something like that! "A Gnomish-treat," he calls them. Turns my stomach it does...

[Seanachai]

Originally posted by R Leete:
Edinburgh is a lovely city. The views from the castle walls are not to be believed, they are so spectacular.

S'truth. You can stand there and hear people say in awe:

'Lookit that. You can't even count all the pubs...'

[Seanachai]

Originally posted by R Leete:
Edinburgh is a lovely city. The views from the castle walls are not to be believed, they are so spectacular.

S'truth. You can stand there and hear people say in awe:

'Lookit that. You can't even count all the pubs...'

[Seanachai]

Originally posted by Jim Boggs:
Is Rune a Grog or just evil? Rune is simply Rune, you tit.

And he looks like a young Charles Laughton.

Mr. Berli! I will not tolerate mutiny aboard my sneak preview, Mr. Berli!

[Seanachai]

Originally posted by Jim Boggs:
Is Rune a Grog or just evil? Rune is simply Rune, you tit.

And he looks like a young Charles Laughton.

Mr. Berli! I will not tolerate mutiny aboard my sneak preview, Mr. Berli!

[Seanachai]

Originally posted by Herr Oberst:
Seanachai, the gamey-assed, slack-jawed, slope-headed, gap-toothed, paleolithic unter-munchkin has yet to make an appearance in our QB

Turn on 'weather', you self-mutilated pillock. There's heavy fog in a large village. We've already passed each other twice and I am now simply springbok-ing across the map in the hopes of catching you in an ally giving your ferret an airing in front of a damp and yellow stained house-side, so I can stitch a few MG dueling scars across your withered and hairy backsides while you're performing the final moments of 'the Swiss Bell Ringers Lament'.

[Seanachai]

Originally posted by Herr Oberst:
Seanachai, the gamey-assed, slack-jawed, slope-headed, gap-toothed, paleolithic unter-munchkin has yet to make an appearance in our QB

Turn on 'weather', you self-mutilated pillock. There's heavy fog in a large village. We've already passed each other twice and I am now simply springbok-ing across the map in the hopes of catching you in an ally giving your ferret an airing in front of a damp and yellow stained house-side, so I can stitch a few MG dueling scars across your withered and hairy backsides while you're performing the final moments of 'the Swiss Bell Ringers Lament'.

[Seanachai]

Originally posted by SirReal:

Besides, ever since Seanachai did that little apocalypse thing, the grogs have been all over the MBT.

Yay, verily. See the Revelation of my Power.

Shall we read from the Big Book O' Seanachai?

For He shall cause the very Grogs of the field to bestir themselves from their fields, and abandon their cuds, and make merry jest and mock, and behave all prankish.

By this you shall know that He is come amongst you.

I was after watching that whole PBS 'Warriour Queen/Boudica' thing the other night, having been alerted to it by my faithful, gormless henchman Boo Radley, and, while cheering and hooting for General Suetonius, who had a right proper military attitude towards pretty much everything, I took very careful note of an interesting thought, which is to follow, so wait for it.

Old Claudius was a bit of a caution, wasn't he? Not one to stand on ceremony, I thought. All for inter-marriage as the means of bringing people together and civilizing by everyone having to learn to sleep in one big bed, eh? Made me bloody thoughtful, so it did.

And I couldn't help but notice that, despite his very nice and unassuming character, not to mention his level-headedness, he was raised up as a god.

Well, it just seems right.

So, in response to this unbelievably romanticized and 'about as historically accurate as a novel written by those that were both the Victors, and the Vercingetorix' melodramas, I'd like to propose that I be raised to godhood.

Yes, me little lads and lasses, I want to be revered as a god of the Peng Challenge Thread.

I'll be damned to a northern Illinois suburb with no fecking tv reception to speak of before I let that bugger Berli steal a march on me.

Stand back, all, as I am ready to reveal my godhead, and will need a great deal of room!

[Seanachai]

Originally posted by SirReal:

Besides, ever since Seanachai did that little apocalypse thing, the grogs have been all over the MBT.

Yay, verily. See the Revelation of my Power.

Shall we read from the Big Book O' Seanachai?

For He shall cause the very Grogs of the field to bestir themselves from their fields, and abandon their cuds, and make merry jest and mock, and behave all prankish.

By this you shall know that He is come amongst you.

I was after watching that whole PBS 'Warriour Queen/Boudica' thing the other night, having been alerted to it by my faithful, gormless henchman Boo Radley, and, while cheering and hooting for General Suetonius, who had a right proper military attitude towards pretty much everything, I took very careful note of an interesting thought, which is to follow, so wait for it.

Old Claudius was a bit of a caution, wasn't he? Not one to stand on ceremony, I thought. All for inter-marriage as the means of bringing people together and civilizing by everyone having to learn to sleep in one big bed, eh? Made me bloody thoughtful, so it did.

And I couldn't help but notice that, despite his very nice and unassuming character, not to mention his level-headedness, he was raised up as a god.

Well, it just seems right.

So, in response to this unbelievably romanticized and 'about as historically accurate as a novel written by those that were both the Victors, and the Vercingetorix' melodramas, I'd like to propose that I be raised to godhood.

Yes, me little lads and lasses, I want to be revered as a god of the Peng Challenge Thread.

I'll be damned to a northern Illinois suburb with no fecking tv reception to speak of before I let that bugger Berli steal a march on me.

Stand back, all, as I am ready to reveal my godhead, and will need a great deal of room!

[dalem]

Originally posted by Seanachai:
Stand back, all, as I am ready to reveal my godhead, and will need a great deal of room! Uh oh. We got laws about that kinda thing here in Anoka County.

[dalem]

Originally posted by Seanachai:
Stand back, all, as I am ready to reveal my godhead, and will need a great deal of room! Uh oh. We got laws about that kinda thing here in Anoka County.

[Seanachai]

Originally posted by dalem:
</font><blockquote>quote:</font><hr />Originally posted by Seanachai:
Stand back, all, as I am ready to reveal my godhead, and will need a great deal of room! Uh oh. We got laws about that kinda thing here in Anoka County. </font>[/QUOTE]Of course they do. They've been promulgated out of envy and intolerance for their betters...

But you're not in Anoka county, you pillock, You're in Ramsey.

Good lord, does Joe the Cat help you figure out which end your underpants go on each morning?

[Seanachai]

Originally posted by dalem:
</font><blockquote>quote:</font><hr />Originally posted by Seanachai:
Stand back, all, as I am ready to reveal my godhead, and will need a great deal of room! Uh oh. We got laws about that kinda thing here in Anoka County. </font>[/QUOTE]Of course they do. They've been promulgated out of envy and intolerance for their betters...

But you're not in Anoka county, you pillock, You're in Ramsey.

Good lord, does Joe the Cat help you figure out which end your underpants go on each morning?

[Berlichtingen]

Originally posted by Seanachai:
I'll be damned to a northern Illinois suburb with no fecking tv reception to speak of before I let that bugger Berli steal a march on me.Been there, done that. You are, and will remain the Fifth (and most junior) Horseman (http://www.battlefront.com/cgi-bin/bbs/ultimatebb.cgi?ubb=get_topic;f=30;t=000029;p=2)
Stand back, all, as I am ready to reveal my godhead, and will need a great deal of room! Yep, we named you right

[Berlichtingen]

Originally posted by Seanachai:
I'll be damned to a northern Illinois suburb with no fecking tv reception to speak of before I let that bugger Berli steal a march on me.Been there, done that. You are, and will remain the Fifth (and most junior) Horseman (http://www.battlefront.com/cgi-bin/bbs/ultimatebb.cgi?ubb=get_topic;f=30;t=000029;p=2)
Stand back, all, as I am ready to reveal my godhead, and will need a great deal of room! Yep, we named you right

[Noba]

Originally posted by dalem:
</font><blockquote>quote:</font><hr />Originally posted by Seanachai:
Stand back, all, as I am ready to reveal my godhead, and will need a great deal of room! Uh oh. We got laws about that kinda thing here in Anoka County. </font>[/QUOTE]Naaah. That's not it. Those adverts that promise 3 or 4 inches extra REALLY WORK....don't they Seanachai ? That's why you are about to "reveal all"

Noba.

[Noba]

Originally posted by dalem:
</font><blockquote>quote:</font><hr />Originally posted by Seanachai:
Stand back, all, as I am ready to reveal my godhead, and will need a great deal of room! Uh oh. We got laws about that kinda thing here in Anoka County. </font>[/QUOTE]Naaah. That's not it. Those adverts that promise 3 or 4 inches extra REALLY WORK....don't they Seanachai ? That's why you are about to "reveal all"

Noba.