Lars

No Challenge in the title. No Rules in the first post. It was inevitable, I suppose...

Don't worry M'lady, I have a cunning plan... btw, Noba, you sniffer of wombat's bums, there's no Challenge in the title. Aussies, sheesh, give them an island, they go native...

I'll go for the new dress then. As Boggs says, I just ain't cuttin it.

There's a reason for that. Keeps the Cesspool from posting obscene screenshots.

Me too! *Sniff* Despite the fancy wardrobe, Lars just ain't cuttin it. </font>

I think you should embrace glucose. I think you should cover your entire body with it and then hang out where bears are known to congregate. I think you should do this right now. Now! Leeeeeo! Now! </font>

Leeo has anyone told you what a completely idiotic idjit you are, lately? Leeo , you are an idiotic idjit....there that does it. </font>

So you got three back firing and one out of eight that had a bad day? Now somebody needs to test the unjamming rate, which would tell you more about reliability.

Then you've come to the right place.

THE ICE IS OUT!!! WOOT!!!

Oh boy, are we in trouble now... {Where's the white flags stashed at? Do we have any that aren't stained yellow? Anybody seen my cheese-eating surrender monkey uniform? I wanna look natty in the POW camp...}

See? I knew you were working the other side of the street.

I've suspected this about you for a long time. Go walk a different street corner.

Hey Leeo, remember our little Sunbowl battle? Boggs put me in the bottom of the bowl...

All turns out. Even Boggs figured out the "reply" button. What's your excuse, Nidan?

Now that was alcohol abuse...

You're not even close, tenderfoot. Mason-Dixon line go right across your sloped forehead?

This from a man who uses AOL.

Thanks for that image, Boo. Bastiche. Since we're on the topic of pathetic, where's my setup Boggs?

Ah yes, try and shift the blame for your incompetence. I've already sent it twice, you twit. From now on, I want you to open ALL emails with attachments. Some of them might even help with your pathetic love life. But I doubt it.

Nidan, did you get my last e-mail telling you what an iggernant boob you are? No, no, not all those previous e-mails. The last one.

The only major thing I've noticed so far is dust clouds blocking LOS. Very cool.

No need, I got the rental beater that I'm going to drive through the tidal pools and bring back with rotting squid in the glove box. Staying down in the heart of the madness at some fleabag hotel in Buena Vista that'll no doubt be full of screaming, cranky kids peeing in the swimming pool. Send a CMAK setup, attach your phone number, and we'll figure out where we can meet up so you can buy me drinks. Remember, the bar needs to have a large parking lot so we can do neutral drops in the rental beater later.

I now know where Stuka has buggered off to. He's flying in the game. I blame rune of course. Hey Boggs, where are you located in the gator swamp? I'm headed to Ratville next month.

Hey, you ain't winning, you're losing. Q.E.D.