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Ah yes, he gets a watch and tears up. I recall the scene very well - the awkwardness of showing the men he needs reading glasses. I greatly enjoy Ford's Cavalry trio. However, sir, you are a boob. The Searchers shows man at his darkest, while Yellow Ribbon focuses on men in tight blue pants singing the Troop to sleep at night. Sounds more like a bad Boy Scout movie. That would probably explain your enjoyment thereof.

You unutterable simpleton! The only reason you think The Searcher's was his best film is because it was the most recent "first run" film featured at your local Bijou! Do you have to pay for your date or do they let goats in for free? </font>

Hey, I don't feel like reading through all of this as it is terribly boring and I find it quite odd that something as innocuous as the tripod for a gun could bring out such passion in people. So, for those of us less-inclined to give a damn about the bitch-fest portion of these proceedings, could one of you chums sum this whole thing up and give us a breakdown of what the questions are, their answers, and why this damn thing is being argued at all? I knew you could.

It would belong to me.</font>

It would belong to me. And suck-scum as it does, at least it's posts are only semi-drivelous in nature AND it may be the first cretin yet to actually complete a Crodaburg™ Challenge. That alone is a feat worthy of a seat that keeps it's head above water. If you're into Squirely Challenges...well, it is playing that Donkey Character, but we can always flog him some more.

Very well done. The score is unimportant. The real victory lies in how well you display your opponent's entrails when the match has ended. And, by the way...if that Sgt_Kracker stays around, show his the pointy end of your bayonet.

HA HA HA! Gawd damn...that's the funniest picture you've done yet! You made those guys look sooooooooooooo ugly. Faces not even a mother could love. More feces than faces, really. Post the real, unedited versions sometime so we can see what they really look like! I'm in Virginia and I haven't seem one gosh-darn Virgin. Friggin' fabricators. Got an email from Marlow. Seems he lives down here and works nearby. Were I not confined to the Learning Tree computer lab I may actually be able to get in contact with him. Actually,BooBoo, Hiram is a fecking idiot and you should pay him no mind. Actually I rented him dalem's dogs ears and got them back all sticky and worn.

What do you do with the rest of the Moose? Mace</font>

The meeting of the Olde Ones seems to have gone well. They all seem oddly silent however, leading me to believe that their meeting coinciding with the meeting of the Trilateral Commission may not be a matter of coinkeedink afterall. Is a realignment of the 'Pool in the stars? Should you all ever come to Pennsyltucky, you should all tour the depleted Uranium storage facility at Three Mile Island. I'm sure you'd find it 'enlightening.' As for me, I'll be in scenic Reston, Virgina for the rest of the week trying to learn yet another MicroShaft Coding language. (Anyone here been using .NET?) While there I may take in the Olde Ones exhibit in the UnNatural History Museum.

Hey, Michael. Looking at the maps you posted, are you sure it wasn't an Assault game? The flags seem awfully far back. I'd venture to say that your opponent was an inexperienced lackwit who tried to act important figuring that your WWII knowledge must transfer to a mastery at CM, and thus he needed to be a high quality opponent to get your attention. He probably had little to no idea what he was doing, and if this was an assault game, then he had less of a chance than you may have originally thought. As for the '95' rule: Anyone who would pick random forces and then claim that a unit selected violated some random rule probably still wears diapers to bed and listens intently on Christmas Eve for hoofs on his roof.

That is a regular occurence.

Show them screenshots taken using the GunnyBunny Mangled Corpse Mod. That always seems to attract the non-believers.

My Schedule, by Butch Johnson. Tomorrow: Wedding in Philthydelphia. All day Excursion Sunday: 4 Yr olds B-day party and all the hoopla that entails. Yay. Monday night - Saturday: In Virginia for a class and hitting all the local drinkeries. Conclusion: Few posts and fewer turns for the next week. Don't like it? Suck it up. Do like it? Go bite the head off a trout. Also, my wife continues to get more and more pregnant as those things go. One of these days I imagine the buddling little Non-Eagles fans will decide the time is ripe to swagger into the world. When that happens, I imagine contact from me will resemble this: . . . . . . . . . . . . . Those of you with smart comments can keep them to yourselves. Those of you with dumb comments are better off keeping them to yourselves too for a change.

It's Utites. Or for the very initiated, Utes. To be accurate, it's Uteless (come on, that was funny). And for the morosely insipid, Utahians. Got it? Good.

Locale has an 'E' at the end of it, you putrescent bag of Hiram-refuse! Too thiink thet yoo wood inslut mee witth uh mis-spellling!!!</font>

Locale has an 'E' at the end of it, you putrescent bag of Hiram-refuse! Too thiink thet yoo wood inslut mee witth uh mis-spellling!!!

Squire - I demand a post of considerable length extolling the virtue, excitement, and sheer depth of pleasure of Crodaburg™. Use big impressive words so that the Aussies don't know what you're talking about. Do it right, and I will set you up to play dalem which guarantees you a win against an established (if earless) kanigget.

Would someaussie please fix Mace's email so he can send me a forgin' turn? Silly bastige crept around in his own setup zone for 6 weeks, then when he finals stumbles into making contact, he dipasears. And by the way, Shandorffff has issue me a topplement. Yes, he beat me like Tom Daschle in a...well, like Tom Daschle anywhere.

Is that a cat standing on your shoulder? I hate cats.

I am aware of all, whether I spake it or not. You'll catch on.

Oh, are you two playing? How nice. Boo, you will bring me all the cabling which makes up his lymphatic system and you will string it upon my roof like gleeful holiday lighting. And Hiram, you just beat me in PBEM, which while absurdly unimportant does prove that miracles can happen. Keep that chin up. In other news: In the Braveheart with armor category, Pondscum and I have battled to a draw. Terence has diappeared 2 turns from topplement. Shandorfffffff is a goon. And lots of little annoying 4-letter critters like Noba and Leeo and AussieJeff (guess which 4 letters I'm talking about there?) scurry around under the delusion that they can beat me. As for The Underwear Lizard, did he really say April 20? Land-sakes! I may need someone new to setup a battle between Dalem and I.

In the spirit of Easter I just have to say: Jesus Christ, Bauhaus is hot!

You rang?

Many times, thanks.

Thanks for the ideas, guys. I did find an answer to one question. In addition to the LOC, the Center for Military History in Carlisle does have Maps as well. Apparently a lot of them: http://carlisle-www.army.mil/usamhi/1collectionoverview.html#Maps I'll let you know how I make out as I'm sure you're all dying to find out.