Croda

You're right, I did. There, fixed it. Just looked at your profile... Please tell me you are not really from Massachusetts... [ August 14, 2002, 03:28 PM: Message edited by: Croda ]

Hello sunshine, where have you been? Thanks for the offer, but I can't see anyone worth worrying about. You could off course empty that rather large bucket of bile at the corner of the Pool, I was going to ask squire Beman to do it but he seems to be missing as usual. You're best wishes are on he way to Paw.....</font>

Glad you finaly decided to admit it to everyone. Good for you!</font>

Emma, dearest, Is there someone I need to take outside for you? Give my best to 'His Frenchness, Marcel.' Marlow I forget, am I winning?

Who the hell stole my CessPool? I go have a couple of babies and come back to an absolute abomination of a forum full of people with catchy names, lacking sound and fury, signifying all that is wrong with the world. A bunch of happy-go-lucky, jovial, arse-cavities cavorting around the stomping grounds of the once proud and pissed. Who are you people? In two months there has been 100% turnover in the MBT? The Gay Bard and The Justagrog are still around, but they've been here so long they're actually built into the walls now. As for the rest of you, it seems that only my Pengian Offspring is left to keep things in order. Boo, the most bastard of all my children, seems to have taken it upon himself to rule the coop with an iron cock (so to speak) and I will beat him less for it. He alone among you has finished Crodaburg™ fulfilling the ancient prophecy known as The Forking Idjit. We have a Gaylord Focker in residence now? How I long for the days when I chased Marlow (god rest his misbegotten sould) up the narrow waterways of the CessPool in my PT Boat; the days when dalem's dog's ears were the talk of the town; the days of good old fashioned Grog Porn and the wonderful jargon of that Myxylplyxian character OGSF - he didn't make a lot of the products we bought, he made a lot of the products we bought sound Scottish. Any 'n00b' to the Pool who can repost the original Grog Porn post will forever (or at least as far as I care to remember) be exempt from my stern admonishments. The Nefarious Legion of Croda™ is watching you all.

Well tell me more, tell me more, tell me more I mean, was he a heavy doper or was he just a loser? He was a friend of yours...</font>

It isn't from the Disney movie anyway. May I also refer to the last page of the last, much inferior Thread, were I wrote some beautiful poetry based on something else that hasn't been made into a Disney movie. Too bad you had to give it away since I guess that a lot of posters whose posts I don't read were confused. I so enjoy that. Croda is a bastard too, just like you.</font>

Aren't you just the mewling twit of condescension? Mister Hand-Wringing "Dear me, Oh my, what has become of my former stomping grounds? You fellows just aren't up to snuff anymore. I could try to improve things by spewing some bile, but I've been up to my armpits in the effluence of newborns and can't be bothered to do more than occasionally show up and castigate you for your failure to meet my expectations." Why don't you get a radio talk show so you can bitch and complain about the state of the union instead of rolling up your sleeves and doing something about it, Hmm? While you're at it, perhaps you can start bitching about the way the cover art on CMBB isn't up to snuff? I'll give you a pale imitation. You are a pale imitation of someone who participates. You are a pale imitation of conscious thought. You are a pale imitation of a sea sponge. Face it, you're pale. Thanks, oh 'Lord-of-the-pretentious-whom-deigns-to-grace-us-with-his-presence.' [yeah, so I edited it. What are you lookin' at?]</font>

Geier A title good enough to make even me post in what has become a pale reminder of the greateness of the Peng Threads of Old. They killed us in our teepees, and they cut our Hiram's down...

You went to Penn State? That explains so much on so many levels I am at a loss as to where to proceed.</font>

I'm not dead yet...just busier than Peng at a bar full of women who are ignoring him. The fact is, I'm actually engaged in a hunger strike. I'm waiting for the long ago promised Battle of Gettysburg map from our very own Justagrog who must certainly have forgotten that he claimed knowledge of said battle and would settle our disagreements on a mocked up CM version of Gettysburg, complete with the Jennie Wade House and General Pickett's Buffet. Naturally, I've lost enough weight to make Hirsute Hiram look like Not-so-Hirsute MrSpkr, but I'm still waiting. I do have games going with The Underwear Lizard, Here I am, Shoot Me, Speedbumponalog, Maceter of his own Domain, and maybe even some other people that I'm forgetting. Good news is that I am taking them all to task because they suck like this girl who lived across the hall from me at Penn State. Never fear, jd, I'm still around in a metaphysical-paraphysical-paranormal sort of way.

A little Sing-along for my opponents: You guys suck. You run amuck. I'll get your turns out When Dalem turns into a duck. Well, there you have it. Been quite busy with the lads, lately, but will attempt to get turns out, especially since I'm beating everyone anyway.

For those of you who've been asking, I have in fact sired again. Brian and Justin were born yesterday afternoon just after 3:30 EST. Both babies and mom are doing wonderfully. I would post a picture, but verizon seems to think that direct linking to images is too much fun to allow, so they do not. For the lady (ladies if you count Mace's ewes who read the page) Brian weighed in at 6 lbs 11 and Justin at 6 lbs 14. Both were at 19 inches. This explains my lack of turn sending, which is a blessing for all of my opponents who are still trying to figure out if they want to die moving forward or running away.

For those of you who've been asking, I have in fact sired again. Brian and Justin were born yesterday afternoon just after 3:30 EST. Both babies and mom are doing wonderfully. I would post a picture, but verizon seems to think that direct linking to images is too much fun to allow, so they do not. For the lady (ladies if you count Mace's ewes who read the page) Brian weighed in at 6 lbs 11 and Justin at 6 lbs 14. Both were at 19 inches. This explains my lack of turn sending, which is a blessing for all of my opponents who are still trying to figure out if they want to die moving forward or running away.

You related to Charlize Theron? :eek: Yowza :eek:

And right you should, laddy. Right you should. Let me tell you all a little story about a dog named (ironically enough) Bastard Spawn of dalem. This little dog has very little luck, as it's name would imply. To date, it has lost both ears, its tail, three toes from it's left front paw, 4 teeth, and a significant chunk of its spleen - all wagered on losses between its owner and The Nefarious Legion of Croda. All of these chunks hang above my mantle (right next to the balls that Persephone is hiding from Berli as chance may have it). They once held a place of honor as a tactile reminder of the multitudinous topplements of the Nefarious Legion over one sad sack of a dalem. Now...the ears sag, the tail droops, and the spleen is drying out, much like the joy of dangling victory before dalem's nose like a needle before a junkie. What once felt like hard fought and well deserved victories, now feels more like feeling up an A-Cup - just leaves me empty-handed. I'm considering giving the parts back, is all. To what do they avail me now? Sad relics of a bygone age. Perhaps I'll pass them down my lineage and let the hungrier pups decide what to do with them. Perhaps I'll just win the whole dog and sell him. Ya, sure, and perhaps dalem will beat me some day!!!! HAR!

Sure are.</font>

Sure are.

feck off asap

For those wanting to know how much I beat Noba by, just start counting and stop when you get to a **** load.

Now I just read throught his tripe. It's worse than I thought. What a pathetic lot of square ball-bearings you are. 'Slapdragon is stoopid.' 'That is a strawman argument' 'Slapdragon picks his nose.' 'That is a half truth.' 'Slapdragon had sex with his sister.' 'You cannot use a one-time occurence to illustrate the norm.' FIE ON THE LOT OF YOU!!! And, alas, our friendly neighborhood Hamster-man has returned to blow snot-rockets in the water. Is is conincidence that his return coincides with the arrival of the Ass-Over-Tea-Kettle Battalion? Well, if you're wise enough to understand that coincidence is derived from it's root conincide, then of course it is you ninny! ...by slow prudence to make mild A rugged people... Even Ulysses would have his work cut out for him with this lot of grog-swillers.

Now I just read throught his tripe. It's worse than I thought. What a pathetic lot of square ball-bearings you are. 'Slapdragon is stoopid.' 'That is a strawman argument' 'Slapdragon picks his nose.' 'That is a half truth.' 'Slapdragon had sex with his sister.' 'You cannot use a one-time occurence to illustrate the norm.' FIE ON THE LOT OF YOU!!! And, alas, our friendly neighborhood Hamster-man has returned to blow snot-rockets in the water. Is is conincidence that his return coincides with the arrival of the Ass-Over-Tea-Kettle Battalion? Well, if you're wise enough to understand that coincidence is derived from it's root conincide, then of course it is you ninny! ...by slow prudence to make mild A rugged people... Even Ulysses would have his work cut out for him with this lot of grog-swillers.

What the Hell is this crap? These past 10 pages of electrons could have been put to better use running a toaster. Methinks perhaps the Ubergnome is the one who should be put on trial for Treason Against the State of Cess. Jeff Heidman even? For crying out loud...

What the Hell is this crap? These past 10 pages of electrons could have been put to better use running a toaster. Methinks perhaps the Ubergnome is the one who should be put on trial for Treason Against the State of Cess. Jeff Heidman even? For crying out loud...

I'm thinking that the U.S. should sell Sweden to Australia, or at least to Arkansas, two places where recognition of the obvious and commonplace automatically cast a person as material worth saving for breeding outside of the family unit. Suffice it to say that none of our resident Swedes would be in danger of such a radical change to their cultural norms. How nice it is to see my Squireling making good. He picks his own fights without running home to old Croda now and on occasion practices personal hygiene of some sort. As soon as he can drop the hygiene altogether, we can vote him in as new Justagrog.