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WHY IS MY BOTTLE OF GENTLEMAN JACK EMPTY???!?!? HEADS WILL ROLL!!! Lucky I have a spare bottle...

What sort of camel? A pretty Saudi camel or the more swarthy, yet mischievious and alluring Persian camel? It makes all the difference you know...when you are cold and lonely in the desert at night...just ask NGCavscout.

I had a case of Statisoriosis once but with some cream and fresh socks twice a day it cleared up just fine.

The bad sectors on my harddrive have been sticky taped up by my trusty Vietnamese IT guy, Tuan. The rout of Boo's Feldgrau-clad Ladyboy-Truppen will recommence forewith...and fifthwith.

and the echo goes... 'awesome-awesome, awesome-awesome, awesome-awesome'

awesome, awesome, awesome...

P.S. don't you just love the way a 2 man engineer team can satchel charge their way into a building and slaughter the entire HMG crew within, all without raising a sweat? I know I do.

Very true, just being indoctrinated into the Cool Dude Corporation hall of fame wasn't enough...they had to devote an entire wing to me! I'd be humbled if I wasn't so FRIGG'IN AWESOME!!

If you got it, flaunt it! Now get off my end of the street a'fore Guido gets here...he don't take kindly to freelancers...spesh'ly ones with thighs your size. You must offer the 'super-size me' package.

I haven't forgotten, just putting off the setup until i'm in the 'mood'. You buy me drink first G.I.?

What brand of sneakers?

Pah! The order was to jump the fence and go bravely straight across the field. Seems the AI saw your gamey infantry gun and figured some wooden palings might be a suitable defense.

Turn was sent December 13...I figured you were writhing in the grip of my superior play and were hiding from me. Howzabout YOU send a turn?

C'mon Boo, you were telling me you were most proud of the Toledo Lady-boys and the Cleveland Poodle Fanciers.

Faint praise indeed from Yoda's personal voice coach, too bad you keep slipping into Kermit the Frog* but you can't be all things to all people can you? *sit DOWN Michael!

Fortunately for your endangered Krautruppen, I am on vacation as of tomorrow and will be enjoying the sights, sounds and beers of Munich, Nuremberg and a lovely mountain chalet in the Austrian Alps for Christmas. I will be bothered by your impudent mewlings not a whit. Going against tradition this year I will not be sending you your much anticipated lump of coal. Not only do you not deserve it, but I know you would only waste it trying to heat your spotty arse up. Enjoy your driveway shovelling duties in the ice-hell of Akron.

Fear my Engineers'O'Doom! Clearly you are unprepared for an advance through buildings otherwise you wouldn't be exposing your troops to observation in an attempt to counter my sneeeksy tactics. You are so screwed in this one. As in all others I might add.

Certainly not on their laurels, of that I'm sure.

Thats what your HMG team are also saying...the ones that aren't dead of course.

Put your glasses back on and try again Gran'pa.

You forgot to close brackets.

You've reached for many manhoods no doubt.

Like the athletes foot fungus that comes back after you stop applying the ointment, Gaylord returns to reside between our toes and smell bad.

In the annuls of war crimes against vegetation, Boo's final solution against shrubbery appears to require a field gun of some large-ish calibre. There's none of my troops affected of course, except the squad horticulturalist, PFC Greenthumb who is quite upset by it all. Greenthumb is from Ohio needless to say and if any Booian shells fall in a corn field (Normandy being known for corn) there'll be hell to pay.

I didn't know you played for the Browns Boo. You must do, otherwise your use of 'we' should technically be a 'they'.