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  1. You can love Elvis, would much prefer to see him and Lars incarcerated for mopery wih a very large wallpaper hanger named Bruce.
  2. You can love Elvis, would much prefer to see him and Lars incarcerated for mopery wih a very large wallpaper hanger named Bruce.
  3. [serious] Seanachai. When I was 21 I was an uneducated television director with zero ambition. In that year two things moved me to get a college education which I could neither afford nor really had the smarts nor gumption to complete (at 16 my High School counsellor told me I was only good for robbing banks and living in a trailor, and he was serious -- I quit High School the next year and completed it by going to the local corrections institute as a day student.) Both involved death and my first experiences with it, as I was a really niave and indestructable man. The first event was that I had the opportunity to be within shouting distance of a major plane crash only hours after it happened. A few days later, I was informed my father, 39, had terminal leukemia and would sucumb to the disease in short order. His form was environmental, and he likely got it in the service, but could have easily picked it up anywhere. So I decided to change my life. I tried to sneak into the Marine Corps, who would not accept me because of my own minor illness. I tried to get into the Antartcic expedition to McMurdo. Finally I took my accumulated savings and found a college that would accept a person with a 1.8 GPA but a 1500 SAT, that had a job in my field. One day, I met a person who had been in the plane crash. I expressed remorse at what had happened to her and she told me that I was crazy -- half of the passengers died on the plane, but half, she pointed out, had survived, and she showed me an article where a dozen pilots had tried to land the plane on a simulator with the same damage, and all had crash landed at several hundred knots killing everyone aboard. In other words, a miracle. A week later, I learned that my father's cancer, in the final stage, had gone suddenly and without reason into remission. I had been praying for him for a couple of nights because I thought that any day I would get a call to return and be with him in Florida for his last days. My father is 53 now and still has the disease, in remission. His doctor says it will be his cause of death, when it returns again. Each day I pray for him, and each day he survives, so now I am a little like a Vegas gambler who won a hand while rubbing a rabbit's foot. I do not pray for anyone else, figuring that I might jinx the thing. Now however, I will pray for two. Your sister is not a victim of cancer, but a survivor of a disease that usually gives few second chances. She will be a survivor a fifth time. And if I can provide any other service, please let me know. My own father's condition in the end made me change my life, and changed his. In the end, both he and I credit it with making our lives better. [/serious] However, I will still make a "vein" attempt to whip your tail in the game.
  4. [serious] Seanachai. When I was 21 I was an uneducated television director with zero ambition. In that year two things moved me to get a college education which I could neither afford nor really had the smarts nor gumption to complete (at 16 my High School counsellor told me I was only good for robbing banks and living in a trailor, and he was serious -- I quit High School the next year and completed it by going to the local corrections institute as a day student.) Both involved death and my first experiences with it, as I was a really niave and indestructable man. The first event was that I had the opportunity to be within shouting distance of a major plane crash only hours after it happened. A few days later, I was informed my father, 39, had terminal leukemia and would sucumb to the disease in short order. His form was environmental, and he likely got it in the service, but could have easily picked it up anywhere. So I decided to change my life. I tried to sneak into the Marine Corps, who would not accept me because of my own minor illness. I tried to get into the Antartcic expedition to McMurdo. Finally I took my accumulated savings and found a college that would accept a person with a 1.8 GPA but a 1500 SAT, that had a job in my field. One day, I met a person who had been in the plane crash. I expressed remorse at what had happened to her and she told me that I was crazy -- half of the passengers died on the plane, but half, she pointed out, had survived, and she showed me an article where a dozen pilots had tried to land the plane on a simulator with the same damage, and all had crash landed at several hundred knots killing everyone aboard. In other words, a miracle. A week later, I learned that my father's cancer, in the final stage, had gone suddenly and without reason into remission. I had been praying for him for a couple of nights because I thought that any day I would get a call to return and be with him in Florida for his last days. My father is 53 now and still has the disease, in remission. His doctor says it will be his cause of death, when it returns again. Each day I pray for him, and each day he survives, so now I am a little like a Vegas gambler who won a hand while rubbing a rabbit's foot. I do not pray for anyone else, figuring that I might jinx the thing. Now however, I will pray for two. Your sister is not a victim of cancer, but a survivor of a disease that usually gives few second chances. She will be a survivor a fifth time. And if I can provide any other service, please let me know. My own father's condition in the end made me change my life, and changed his. In the end, both he and I credit it with making our lives better. [/serious] However, I will still make a "vein" attempt to whip your tail in the game.
  5. There's no need to explain why you're loosing, just try to cut down on it and have a go at tightening once in a while. </font>
  6. My original number was 1000 or so before the great crash that took down the whole shebang. Now I cannot even find my old login. But no, I am not an Olde One, being a former squire of Berli. I only have one former squire, Noba, who has exceeded his master. I often like to think of myself as someone who could have been an Olde One, but whose lobotomy did not take. Anyway, all that is crap. I need some form of CM working so that I can start gracefully loosing and explaining why the game was not fair in the first place. BTW -- I almost moved to your pitiful land because of my wife being deported. Turned out the job I was interviewing for was handled out of NZ, but actually was in this place called Fiji. Which I guess is OK, because I saw all the choice lots of land you have in the Lord of the Rings. I understand the rest is shacks without running water, so I am not sure I wanted to come anyway. (If you think I am hard on you, you should hear what I say about my wife and her unique heritage. Being descended from two sets of cannibals is way better than one.)
  7. There goes another american projecting the us approach to government and life in general onto an unsuspecting helpless country. Next thing we know, our dragonboats will be anihalated by the us Pacific Fleet, our infrastructure bombed the crap out of and our sheep confiscated all on the pretense that NZ is hoarding weapons of grass destruction. All this inevitably followed by announcments in the style of "Despite heavy opposition by NZ militia, us troops have captured Whangarei. This is the 6th Whangarei the us forces have captured this week" and the like. We are a monarchy, thank you very much! None of that "let's see who can strike the best pose, buy more media and get the best lawyers so he can be dictator for the next four years and get first dibs at the interns" crap. It's times like these I wish the poms had won that pathetic excuse for a war you had with them. P.S. Whata makes you think I'm a Pakeha, bro? You keep goin the way you're goin and me and the whanau are gonna come down there and show you where to put your whakapapa, followed by a nice hangi, with your dead carcass as the centre piece. BTW, got a spare dollar? </font>
  8. Unlike Belgium, most of New Zealand is quite a way above sea level, but of course being an american, you probably think both these countries are somewhere in Asia, twit. </font>
  9. Halfwits! Dalem not having been close to a woman! I know this is not true. My last arrest of him was when I discovered his glory hole into the women's restroom of the Pikeville Center for Feminine Reorientation and he had to have been within at least a meter of a woman when I put the first cuff on. (S)he was quite a looker too, even at that stage, as I discovered during my investigation of Dalem's perversions.
  10. Blimey it is. Who let a person from that soon to be sunken land (wonder why us Amis want global warming so much, it will do in Belgium and New Zealand once and for all). In any case, your grand liege is the honored, respectable, sadly loopy and with a bit of drool on his cheek, but still manly I am told, Berli the oldest marine in the universe.
  11. That's not a pun, you sodding foreigner. That is, at worst, a play on words. What is it with this 'stikkypixie' creature? It's been here a great deal. Is it a serf, yet? A Squire? Justicar, we need a ruling on this...small dying creature. Does anyone here claim it? </font>
  12. I owed you a game! I thought I stiffed Meeks on one. Must be getting old to confuse you and him. In any case, I now have the fastest computer on the planet. I also have an ancient crochety computer with a brand new video card. Unfortunately, my lightning fast mamba with 6 gigabytes of RAM and 10k RPM SATAs cannot play CM, and my new fecking ATI video card for my old computer makes my screen go all sorts of unusual colors when CM is launched. In addition, I had a Dell for exactly six weeks before it dies a horrible death. In other words, I now have nothing that can play CM!!! Since you challenge me so nicely, and since I skanked you, Meeks, Mace or everyone, I accept your challenge. Give me a week or so to figure out how to rearrange video cards and I challenge you to a QB at midnight in the fog, or to something equally terrible. Maybe in Italy.
  13. Valiant Noba I have returned to this inferiocracy (what else could it be with Mace at the helm?) to see you have grown and blossomed into a true night of astounding proportion. Where I was once the Ronin to your sidekick in Kurosawean proportion, now I am merely the Yoda to your Luke. As for creative spelling, in the internet and without the boon of spell checkers, a fast touch typer like me who could give a feck about what other's think merely chooses the closest letter to the least occupied finger which will serve to further the sentence along. Z, S, heck, sometimes I write a B instead of ss. It is all good. In fact, creative spelling is like genetic expansion since sometimes the result is an unintended new allele that adds to the vitality of the message. I am thinking on this subject because I just discovered my wife was a mud person and that my relations with her were tainting my superior gene pool (I thought it was the other way around.) Speaking of tainted pools, I am always reading this one, even if I do not always post.
  14. Heavy metal tone poem? How dare you use "Thick as a Brick" in the same sentence as heavy metal. I would saw open your skull and tweezer out your brain if I had tweezers that small. Noba my friend, please chastize this bastage until his braille reader makes his fingers of his left hand bleed. For good measure, accuse Seanachai of a putred perversion.
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