Snarker

Send me a setup monkeyboy. :mad: :mad: </font>

Lizzen up, cracker. I have all ready converted CMAK to v1.03. How do I load the fecking v1.01 version to save that fecking file? It's not like I have a chance to select versions on startup. </font>

Don't ask him to count to twenty-one. He'll do it. :mad: :mad: [ December 29, 2004, 03:45 PM: Message edited by: Snarker ]

Are you back, Soddy? WHARS ME TURN? :mad: :mad:

:mad: :mad: GGRGRAAAARGH!!! This noodlehead looked through the scenarios on his CMBB list and doesn't have one dated 44/04. Or 44 April. Or April 44. Or nuffink. :mad: :mad: Sooo.. follow the detective's logic here. We (as in you and me) played the scenario. Someone's *cough* Axe *cough* computer must have the scenario on it, in order to play it. My computer doesn't have this scenario on it. Therefore... Almost forgot - Maggot. :mad: :mad: Disclaimer: No brain cells were destroyed during the making of this post. I can't afford it.

No. We chuck TNT. You want the other thread. :mad: :mad: :mad:

We're "Wafflers", Dave. A day late, and a dollar short. Actually, I'm prepping for next Christmas. May as well, my local stores had Christmas stuff out just before Hollowe'en this year. :mad: :mad:

New thread, you penguin bugger. Don't make me tell Matt you're trying to crash his board.

New thread, you penguin bugger. Don't make me tell Matt you're trying to crash his board.

Almost forgot. Wino!!!!!! Listen, Mister Maggotty Man!!!! I've been waiting for a turn from you since Christ was a corporal - and at this rate, he ain't makin' sergeant any time soon!!!! Get with the program!!!! I knew you and Master Goodale were related the minute I saw your moss covered, fint-chipperesque, sloping forehead. :mad: :mad: :mad: :mad:

AARRRRGHARH!!!! :mad: :mad: :mad:

Hmmmm, Dave. Bull****! Or more precisely, do you have any lawn fertilizer left over? I seem to remember that will melt ice better than ordinary rock salt. It should eat it's way down to the driveway, won't hurt it, and should soften up the ice a bit so you can shovel it. We had to use fertilizer to de-ice the rr tracks years ago when we couldn't get salt at the plant I worked in...

Hmmmm, Dave. Bull****! Or more precisely, do you have any lawn fertilizer left over? I seem to remember that will melt ice better than ordinary rock salt. It should eat it's way down to the driveway, won't hurt it, and should soften up the ice a bit so you can shovel it. We had to use fertilizer to de-ice the rr tracks years ago when we couldn't get salt at the plant I worked in...

Merry Christmas to everyone! Kids are in bed, which means I have work to do. Oh, and if you get the chance, pick up a movie called "The Ref".

Merry Christmas to everyone! Kids are in bed, which means I have work to do. Oh, and if you get the chance, pick up a movie called "The Ref".

Turns out to those that sent 'em.

Turns out to those that sent 'em.

'Twas the night before Christmas, I was red-neck drunk in the house Not a creature was stirring, not even Goodale's mouse; The RDX was hung by the chimney with care, In hopes that a large target soon would be there. The children were growling all snug in their beds, While visions of green mold danced in their heads; And Mama in her helmet and I in my ninja suit Had just ranged in the fireplace for the glimpse of a boot- When out on the lawn there arouse such a clatter, I fell from my Santa stand to see what was the matter. Away to the window I staggered like a flash, Fell down with the curtains and threw up on the sash. The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow, Gave a luster of midday to the landmines below; When, what does my blurry brain image it sees But a miniature clankie and eight tiny Nazis. With a little old driver so lively and quick I knew in a moment I'd need the plastic. And then in a twinkling I heard on the roof The prancing and stamping of each hob-nailed jackboot. As I drew out my assault rifle and was turning around Down the chimney that red maggot came with a bound. He caught me off guard for a moment or two, But when I shot the RDX back up the chimney he blew. GGRGAAAARGHHH!!!!!! :mad: :mad: :mad: Add verses, maggots!!!!! I skipped all the really silly ones because I could.

'Twas the night before Christmas, I was red-neck drunk in the house Not a creature was stirring, not even Goodale's mouse; The RDX was hung by the chimney with care, In hopes that a large target soon would be there. The children were growling all snug in their beds, While visions of green mold danced in their heads; And Mama in her helmet and I in my ninja suit Had just ranged in the fireplace for the glimpse of a boot- When out on the lawn there arouse such a clatter, I fell from my Santa stand to see what was the matter. Away to the window I staggered like a flash, Fell down with the curtains and threw up on the sash. The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow, Gave a luster of midday to the landmines below; When, what does my blurry brain image it sees But a miniature clankie and eight tiny Nazis. With a little old driver so lively and quick I knew in a moment I'd need the plastic. And then in a twinkling I heard on the roof The prancing and stamping of each hob-nailed jackboot. As I drew out my assault rifle and was turning around Down the chimney that red maggot came with a bound. He caught me off guard for a moment or two, But when I shot the RDX back up the chimney he blew. GGRGAAAARGHHH!!!!!! :mad: :mad: :mad: Add verses, maggots!!!!! I skipped all the really silly ones because I could.

Don't you mean "you lanolin-slathered wolf in sheep." ?

Don't you mean "you lanolin-slathered wolf in sheep." ?

Yes. The flipping idiots are aware of that. But where's the fun in that? No one to rail at, eh Door Knocker.

Yes. The flipping idiots are aware of that. But where's the fun in that? No one to rail at, eh Door Knocker.

Here you go, Wino Rambo Banned

Here you go, Wino Rambo Banned