Snarker
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He's not a Crusader, he's an imposter. Let's have a contest. Who is depraved enough to do such a thing? Who prattles on for days at a time like Cabdriver? Who craves hate and actively solicits it? Why has Cabdriver not been banned? He's Seanachai, that's why. Bard's off the deep end, a sandwich shy of a picnic, a bottle short of a case of wine. Actually a case short of a case and that might explain the reason for the outing of the internal schism plaguing his tortured mind. Yes, Seanachai has finally taken to hating himself in nom de plume.
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Armored, sloped foreheads. Most of you lot see one every morning. :mad: :mad: Axe, good to have you back. I'll toast to your 50th here and now. While the rest of you sat and were miserable watching football and drinking beers, I was sipping Diet Pepsi with Elmo, Big Bird and their buds at Sesame Place. Except for the Pepsi and the water park, I could've sworn it was the Waffle incarnate. Maggots. :mad: :mad: :mad: [ September 21, 2003, 08:11 PM: Message edited by: Snarker ]
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Axe, Linguine Carbonara and now Wall Banger. The Waffle obviously found the only three war-like Canadians in existence. Oh, I hear you saying, "What about Grog Dorosh? He's in the Canadian Army." True enough, but he plays with mannequins, which sends some seriously mixed messages about the Canadian army. :mad: Sodden Trousers, I've yet to look at your turn mostly because I'm afraid of finding Russian pirates. Patch-eyed, parrot-wearing salted maggot. :mad: :mad: [ September 19, 2003, 05:59 PM: Message edited by: Snarker ]
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Going for another Masturbation Marathon, are you? I'm amazed that Skunk Nads hasn't traded you in for someone whose knuckles don't drag on the ground and someone who shows more ability in dealing with uncontrollable wildlife. What is it this time, hippos? Rampaging ocelots? Crazed, rabid Hammerhead sharks tearing through the house? :mad: </font>
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Let's see, Pee Eu's men are trapped in a depression, surrounded on three sides, hammered by machine gun fire, and are being shelled by 76mm; most are air bursts. Light mortars are dropping bombs into his half tracks. Bad day at the office. The armor thrust blunted, Becket... ever the optimist... points out how much faster the turn sends are. Axe is getting married. The generousity of women never ceases to amaze me. Fer crissakes, they marry the likes of us. The Surgeon General says, "Smoking is hazardous to your health". So is burning. Just ask Kentucky Fried Goodale. GRARGH and good night. :mad: :mad:
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What? :cool: ? What is that? A blind, grinning, annetto food colored cheese-eating surrender monkey? Silly Smope-on-a-Rope(or SOAR for short), why don't you type 'smope _at_ ponyshow.com' or 'smope@REMOVEponyshowME.com' or something similar in your profile since that's persistent? No self-loathing maggot would take the time to search through all this 'splodie anger hoping to find your addy. Let alone know how to search for it... Now, what was I on about again? Oh, yeah. I forget. :mad: :mad: [ September 10, 2003, 03:39 PM: Message edited by: Snarker ]
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It's not related to the 'official' definition at all. It's what my friends called me for my favorite tactic in "Half-Life". I'd find a weapon called a "Snark", and drop it from high points. Oddly enough, a Snark fits well in this lunatic asylum we called the Waffle. It's basically a large maggot filled with TNT that attacks mercilessly and then explodes. What's a Becket?