Snarker

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MGA emailed me a turn and was politely asking for an initiation of negotiations. And I was politely complemented. It's a trick, crafted to lull me into a false sense of security while he springs a massive trap. Naw, can't be. It's too clever. That leaves the second option. I'm afraid Skunk Nads caught him and is covering her fiendish tracks. [ September 02, 2003, 09:11 AM: Message edited by: Snarker ]

A curse upon you, you inhabitants of Sodom, for you will have your genitals sniggered at by witless eunuchs. :mad: :mad: :mad: [ September 01, 2003, 08:02 PM: Message edited by: Snarker ]

Hear ye, maggots!!! MTW continues to stomp me in an abomination the Eevil™ Rune dredged from the anals (no that's not misspelled) of history soley for his warped enjoyment. He is laughing at me as I write, and MTW is drafting an unholy shrine to the gnome known as Seanachai before he deals the Coupe deVille. :mad: :mad: Uber Finns (someone please enlighten me as to how I can get that umlate thingy working) to the left of me! Uber Finns to the right of me! Into the valley... aw, you know the rest. AxeIsDoomedToBeMarried,GawdRestHisSoul has my Russians liberally wetting their peasant drawers. Those that are not already atomic matter after the highly explosive Finn pine cones did their dirty work, that is. :mad: Prinz Eugene is back in the saddle and seeking revenge for the last debacle. He took the defeat like a man, never giving up, despite being out gunned in what turned out (unknowingly) to be a very unfair set of circumstances. And last but not least, Massa of da Mold is a-squirming early on. Bah! He gave me a wood filled map, and I gave him something unexpected. Armor. Just enough to poke a hole here and there through his trenches and fox holes. Silly Goodale, Trix are for Snarker. :mad: :mad:

Keke!!! Welcome back!!! I mean, Grrrrr, maggot!!!!What with you whipping me (twice) so soundly I missed you like a bad rash. :mad: :mad: :mad: [ September 01, 2003, 06:26 PM: Message edited by: Snarker ]

Rune - UDP 7024 also?

What part of me tying you to an ineffectual comeback did you not get? I suspect the idea went in one of your bleary eyes, bounced around in the echoing cavern of your head for awhile, and then died of loneliness. I'd offer you a challenge, but I'm not sure you've any resources left for the struggle after each morning's conundrum of placing your shoes on the proper feet. </font>

Civilized, civilised; realized realised; gray, grey; honor, honour; queue, line. Good thing we speak the same language. :mad: :mad:

I'm sorry that you forgot your inability to produce a novel comeback. Sheesh, that reminds me of your pathetic attempts to turn the tide of names hurled at you by spittle-flecked first graders; "I'm rubber, and you're glue, whatever you say bounces off me and sticks to you." In the words of Yeknod; pathetic. </font>

No, no, mon petite maggot. It's not really a discussion of sports. It's about Soddball trying to define civilized. :confused: And stop running. No one here bites. Well, almost no one. Now let's see your war face, Night Crawler !!! :mad: :mad:

Sorry I triggered that. I forgot about your pathological need to project your pathetic life onto others. Please forgive me, Leeo.

There's no turn from him in my inbox. Then again, not getting anything from the Gnome doesn't necessarily mean we aren't playing.

Especially a game with Master Goodale . :mad: :mad:

It would be free wine, gameless one. Never look a gift hangover in the mouth, especially if it saves your pennies for a proper machine that you can take forever to send turns from. [ August 31, 2003, 12:39 AM: Message edited by: Snarker ]

Actually, my vino soaked friend, I cannot stand baseball anymore. Have not watched a game since the strike in the 90's, for anyone who doesn't understand he's priviledged to get payed to play a game (or drink, I'm jealous, maggot!!!) gets no money from me. Note my first point on baseball v bugball. Hardly complementary to either. However,I cannnot stand still while Softballs lectures on the connection between being civil and playing cricket. If the choice is to play cricket and be considered 'civilized', or not and be thought a swilling barbarian, well, call me Conan and pour me a beer. :mad: :mad: :mad: :mad:

Silly foreign sports. Why can't you people play cricket or rugby like civilised nations? </font>

***Sigh*** Just this once. "Well ya see, Norm, it's like this... A herd of buffalo can only move as fast as the slowest buffalo. And when the herd is hunted, it is the slowest and weakest ones at the back that are killed first. This natural selection is good for the herd as a whole, because the general speed and health of the whole group keeps improving by the regular killing of the weakest members. In much the same way, the human brain can only operate as fast as the slowest brain cells. Excessive intake of alcohol, as we know, kills brain cells. But naturally, it attacks the slowest and weakest brain cells first. In this way, regular consumption of beer eliminates the weaker brain cells, making the brain a faster and more efficient machine. That's why you always feel smarter after a few beers."

Feh! "Beer and Wheaties. The breakfast of ex-champions." - some lush in college and I'm sure he plagiarized it. (1982) [ August 29, 2003, 11:44 PM: Message edited by: Snarker ]

Serves you right for buying a computer with a processor designed by a vegetarian.

Yup, drives me nuts that a guy who's job pays him to kill brain cells is beating me handily. Will he bleat over my lifeless body too? Naaaaaa...

Just resent my brilliant flanking manouever, Axe. Watch out for the REMF's circling behind you bringing forms to fill out.

Great. Another excuse for not sending turns. "Grraargh!!!! I was run over by a weasel in Maine and I can't get up!!!"

Axe867-5309 are my turns getting to you? Soddall's turns come back with 'Re:[spam]CMBB turn' or sumfink in the subject. Wondering if the spam hunting software had too much to drink recently...

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Scratched the surface. The saying is, 'scratched the surface'. </font>