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I'll give you one thing, Sir Sir 37mm, you write AARs that aren't too bad, not too bad at all. Now if only you'd restrict your posting to AARs and nothing else, the Pool would be a better place.

Your name is too short and your location is "iowa", which is almost exactly what I say when I see cretins like you do stupid things and get hurt on below-par reality TV shows. Taken independently, these sins are horrific in their own right, but when considered hollistically the answer is clear. There is only one correct course of action for you, lad, Sod Off.

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All that "beavering" seems to be messing with your short term memory. Seek immidiate treatment. I suggest a full frontal lobotomy.

Well, for Christ's sake, woman, make up your damn mind. We're all waiting with abated breath.

You're loosing? How dare you! Rectify the situation immidiately. I suggest sacrificing your opponent to Jamoomba by drowning him in processed cheese forthwith.

*slowly puts dress back into FedEx package* You really should stop sending me these weird gifts, Boo. People might get the wrong idea. Also, that uniform doesn't look right on you, pulling the pants up from around your ankles might help a bit...

Blind SSNs in the MBT means they've already won.

That sort of blasphamy will bring upon you the wrath of Jamoomba (who sees and, more importantly in your case, smells all - finding you will not take much effort)! You're treading on thin ice and Jamoomba's loyal servants, the Jamoombahadeen, will be under it when it breaks.

Boo Radley - premature, as always. That other thread still had a good page left in it! And where is the warning for SSNs to respect the Ladies of the Pool, hrmmm? Where are the email addy and location requirements, hrrmm? The One True Justicar would like this not!

Either, or; neither nor. Other than picking insects out of your teeth, do they teach you anything in those Ohioan schools?

Bwuahahahaha! Let me guess, it's sitting right next to your fine chinese turps and high class indonesian meths? The Poles may have invented the damn thing, but they needed the Russians to refine the product to a drinkable state.

BOOT! Where have you been, you slack bastard? You'll have to hang around and learn the ropes if you want to be a Squire, let alone a Knight of the Cesspool. BOOT! Have you any AARs or taunts to amuse us with, or have you simply come back for the pacifier and barbie doll you left behind last time? Serfs these days...really!

Well, since you asked nicely. Of course, I will be billing you for this, and I will require payment in blood. My mother-in-law-to-be requires a transfusion.

In addition to all that, you grammar is slipping. It is not to be borne! I suggest you buy yourself a new pointy hat as a pick me up. Of course, you could just get someone to pick you up.

I think this one should be stabbed repeatedly with dull, rusty butter knives, until the wounds form an emoticon on his chest.

This KillAnApe fella's got no email addy. Where the hell is Joe to lay down the law?

Isn't it time we sent that Dr. Loopy to Coventry?

I'm almost a quarter of a century old today (well, yesterday actually, but you US bastiches are always lagging behind). The fact that none of you noticed makes me feel all warm and fuzzy inside (could be the alcohol though). Excuse me, I need to go an use the bathroom.

Hey Hobbit! I see the Aussies bested your lot, and the rest of the world - again, this time in The World Cocktail Mixing Championships. Held in downtown Hobbit-land as well... Noba. </font>

See - he has made it pretty damn obvious that he's got a long way to go before he can be considered crap on the shoe bottoms of such lowly characters as Sir Sir 37mm, let alone a serf. [que Sir Sir 37mm proposing Dirtweasel as serf of the Pool]

The hell he is. The serf you are referring to is juanita_gianthawhaws, or somefink.

to hammer a nail. Ha! I killed it!

Thank you for sharing. You have made my day.

I feel a burning desire to brutally murder someone, or perhaps simply destroy any living, breathing thing - to erase it from the face of this earth, to completely destroy it; to rip it into a thousand pieces and throw those pieces out the window; to run downstairs, gather up the pieces, soak them in gasoline and set them on fire; to dance around the fire while singing a jolly one and spitting in the flames; and to finally gather up the ashes and throw them to the wind. Oh Lord how I yearn to kill something that is alive, but I guess a Manchestronian biologist will just have to do. What is your exact location please, Sir Sir No Sir Yes Sir Whatever you say Sir 37mm?