Egbert

FYI, I am back in town, turns out tomorrow. (Wednesday).

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That, I can do, and do it right. No need to bring your truck though, we've got plenty. So sorry, Cynic Eye, this is in code. You can tell by the liberal punctuation.

Oh, OK. List of things for me to change. </font> No compound sentences.</font>Only punctuation should be periods and question marks.</font>No long words.</font>Stuff Minnesotans can understand.</font> Got it. Here it comes. Git. eh!

I knew it. Like Pondscum, you're a secret Limey, aren't you? </font>

The board has detected your posts as originating from an Ubiquitous Bottom Biter. Git.

Wouldn't make a spot o' difference Oh, smelly one too tied up in details to see the forest. We've no warden. So no help in this cur...cer.. cerem'ny atall. I think you should have practiced, we'd have known to sweep the cess from the crevices primate Boo seems to be dragging the crowned one.

Thanks, I was worried about that, and not the sudden stop at the bottom, mind you, but the other part. The part where I live through 50 of your stories. Now, quit not going away, but much faster and longer than before. edited 'cause Vadr should sod off more too. [ January 25, 2003, 10:10 PM: Message edited by: Egbert ]

What's that? The line on your skivvies? I am sorry to inform my ass is not slack and I don't much care if it's your preference or not, you may not have it. You may not have it in the car. You may not have it in the bar. You may not touch it from afar. You may not have it, Croda you are. Just step in here periodically swinging bushel baskets, talking of ass, reeking of cheap vodka (or is it the other way around) and expecting everyone to Kowtow. I think not! Two lousy sentences, Bah. However, keep talking that misery stuff, and I think we'll all find our inner Croda. Can't believe the gubment would outlaw cig's but allow that. [ January 25, 2003, 12:39 AM: Message edited by: Egbert ]

My good man, all hygene is personal. As for the rest, feel free to kick us out, by force if necessary.

And a helluva job you're doing. That's alot of work. We'll be here, take your time, enjoy the winter weather. [ January 24, 2003, 10:51 PM: Message edited by: Egbert ]

Caution Grog alert. Only the worst example of Grogism I've ever seen. While an example of artwork in the highest order, others without similar tendencies are warned to simply keep your distance.It might be catching. The World Health Organization has been alerted and special teams in biohazard gear will arrive shortly. Men with specially tailored white jackets with long sleeves will follow.

Well if they toasted the T-34 I assume they were upset 'cause you stole it from them. Geez, it's like getting upset 'cause the cops took back the money you stole.

I am impressed, seems there is hope for you. But, when done correctly, it is heavenly. Unfortunately the masses cannot produce the elixor. Stay far away from the souvenir stands on this matter, leave that to the NewJ Orkers. Since you've redeemed yourself a bit and at least stand up for a good bourbon, if you ever get the chance to visit the region on a hot sunny day (no other will do), I will break out the silver (The recipe absolutely requires silver) and display why it is not blasphemous when done properly. Even then, a prayer to the whisky gods is in order. 'Til then, you're still a pretender, your trip to Cancun a massive mistake, none and yet again, none of the charm shall be yours. As well, you've missed the mark and are traveling too far south. Not that I'm surprised, mind you, just concerned. I am afraid you'll come back and consider yourself a gentleman, then, you'll give as a bad name. Then again, with a name like Lars you won't be fooling anyone.

Actually, that sounds like an excellent idea for a scenario. Armor bogs on first turn. The player must protect the tanks as the basis of the game. Opponent to destroy or capture as much of the armor as possible. I like it. [ January 24, 2003, 07:22 PM: Message edited by: Egbert ]

Warning Do not discuss scenarios with this man, he is wanted in 3 counties where otherwise healthy people were rendered catatonic after playing three of his scenarios in a row. Repeat, play his scenarios at your own risk. /Warning We now return you to your regualrly scheduled programming.

Did that, didn't work, I'm renting as we just moved to this city so I'm not spending anything. Owner pays for the water so I just ran the nearest taps 'til it unfroze. I have reviewed my tease (couldn't even call it a decent taunt) and note your excuse. I will await your return. In the meantime, I'd like to retract my pansy mention and try again. You see I've been in too good a mood lately to add vinegar. Ah, so you think the Gentlemen of the South whine? I would expect no less than a complete misread by one who wishes toward yankdom. You pusillanimous twit, I was passing info, not baying for your approval. Your general attitude of selfish non-emnity is appalling, your words- an affront to the manhood of the South. Draw your pointy things and poke at my clanky things. Since you have so much in common with the communists, choose them as your heroes, make it winter, early in the war, to give yourself the best chances, and attack me once again. That's if you can push aside enough of the skirts you hide behind to even reach a keyboard. At least your women are hearty, they must be to layer all those clothes with which they stay warm, since their men won't help. BTW, don't forget the silly little hats with earflaps, I promised my wife I'd capture a dozen or so. edited because Vadr is so deathly afraid I've forgotten about him. [ January 24, 2003, 02:52 PM: Message edited by: Egbert ]

Always fun to watch a southerner complain about the weather. Here, it just warmed up enough to snow. Why don't you go for a drive on the lake ice? Embrace the season, that's the trick. SSN Hint Of The Day: Leave bureau drawers and file cabinets open. Now sod off. </font>

Result of statistical survey (random sample) of the girls at work, 92% agreed that they detested and loathed Egbert. The remaining 8% had no comment, but did wretch violently in the nearest paper bin. Mace </font>

Fitting but no, LOL. You need to look a bit further. A fluffette is one type of fluffy. Also, an ancient ceremonial term used in these MBT. For further details check the mirror. Then sod off. Hint: when you check the mirror, first approach the mirror so that the right side would be visible if your eyes were in your ear. Then turn very quickly facing it. IF you do this fast enough, you can spot it. Try it a couple of times, if you can't get it, get someone to look in the mirror for you. But if you have neck problems, don't hurt yourself, just have your buddy look. It's easier with a newer, clean mirror, and much easier to spot in a mirror than without it. Some can just use a nice reflective window. It's easier to see if you don't have a high collar, and push your hair out of the way.

Into PA, you guys gotta be used to it. Here in Richmond we're running 30 degrees colder than average. The heater in this place isn't made for sustained cold. I'm thinkin' of opening the 'fridge to warm the place up a little. I ought to play a few Russian winter games since it would be so easy to get the feel of the game. Oh and that gamey, slimy oystertrailian AJ sends me an assault on open farmland on small map 3000 points. Can you say "Slaughter starting on turn 1?" 'Course I'm defending on this miniscule map so he has to start right on top of the defenses. No long range sniping with AT guns here. I think the ranges will be more like tossing grenades into the kitchen. You guys didn't warn me about this pillock breath down-underness. Must be part of the hazing.

You are correct sir, I was in much too nice a mood yesterday. So I took your suggestion to heart. I found it's not all that hard. Here's a happy photo: Thanks for the invite.

*smacks hand......with 100kg iron block* OI! Get mits off Kitty's litter, that's a religious icon, tha is. And If Grue catches you coveting it once more, Grue will give such a pinch.... as in the pinch recieved by being pinned between a King Tiger's tracks and the ground. Grue </font>

Oh my, undoubtedly another Wallaby fan. I can tell by his easy comfort with litter pans. Perhaps his troops like the clumping action. BTW, those aren't raisins. Put it up little man. Your choices.

I'll allow for your own local tribal customs and bow in the name of being PC. I don't want to scare you off, nor do I want to take your clutch (my wife already has one, you see). My own custom require a bow (vice curtsey) whilst allowing for less than gentlemanly behavior such as yours. Your Mother (yes bolded) trained you better. Even the dog will situp. If, in fact, I was stupporred (there I've invented a new word) I would harass Meeks the Absent, for that takes no planning, nor thought. So, PHHHPHPHTTTT to you. Once again, PHPHPHPBBBTBTBTB.