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Thought the slop buckets were filling rather slowly.
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The Peng Challenge Thread. Accept no Substitutes!
Egbert replied to Boo Radley's topic in Combat Mission Shock Force 1
I cannot believe you still let Boo start new threads. I'm surprised that I'm not surprised though the disappointment is not unexpected. I had hoped for higher levels of disappointment but, you just didn't deliver. You even suck at failing. It's rather sad, but, not surprising. Here's the piss bucket. Yes, I know it's been a few years, which is generally too long to be gone with the piss bucket. You see, there was this hole in the bucket. Dear Liza said we should fix it. I went to get some straw, but it was too long... -
The Peng Challenge Thread fails to rise from the muck
Egbert replied to Michael Emrys's topic in Combat Mission Shock Force 1
If you put it over the little square under his name, it says he's defaulted, too. -
The Peng Challenge Thread fails to rise from the muck
Egbert replied to Michael Emrys's topic in Combat Mission Shock Force 1
Well, I see someone snuck in and cleaned up the place. Even put in flush toilets. It's almost as if you guys thought the serfs weren't keeping at their jobs. -
The 'What's so great about the Peng Challenge Thread' thread
Egbert replied to Stuka's topic in Combat Mission Shock Force 1
If "Golly, I'm sure glad I'M not Boo Radley" can be construed as PITY ... then rest assured lad that we always have ... always. Joe </font> -
The 'What's so great about the Peng Challenge Thread' thread
Egbert replied to Stuka's topic in Combat Mission Shock Force 1
Igor's hump in Young Frankenstein? (Not that there's anything wrong with that.) [ January 03, 2008, 10:07 PM: Message edited by: Egbert ] -
The gods see you, and they see the things you distill upon the folk. That was horrible. Not your worst effort, by any stretch, but that simply means no one with a weakened immune system ended up on plasma, and no pets were accidently neutered. You know, I have been to your house. I have drunk your rum/whiskey/beer/vodka/whatever and I have smoked your cigars. I have attempted, on numerous occassions, to teach you to sing. The way men sing. Songs robust with the foullness of being alive, and men, and having been with women, and yet still more horrible than can be described. It's almost like you can see it, leering at you out of the mist, but you still don't sing worth a tinker's damn (bloody pikeys!). Until you can learn to sing, you must not versify. For every true man must learn to sing, before he can write poetry. Until you have the courage to sing, how can you have the courage to look like someone who would write poetry?! And until you have the courage to look like someone who can write poetry, how can you write good poetry? </font>