Leeo

Can I say hello with 120mm mortar fire?

More-arty! ahem, Moriarty! Good to know you still live and kick, you pusillanimous bastige! I still have nightmares of flamethrowing tanks, molotovs, and backpack fuel tanks in tinder dry tall grass and trees. Ah, the drinks drank during the warm glow of burning grass, trees, people, halftracks, Oy My!

Mandibular Pelvis

I thought Peng flings insults against rules, under?

Stuka, Stuka, Stuka, you're wrong (as usual; don't you get tired of that?). As was said "You have my e-mail address, or you may PM or post here.", it was a private message. But I know, details just ain't yo' thang.

"Wank-on; Wank-off: Wank-on; Wank-off: The Wanker©"

Well, I did go start the truck yesterday. Gotta run it once in awhile to keep the battery charged now that it's used mostly for occasional hauling. However, I purchased Spore this weekend, and that has been eating into the time I can spend pummeling misplaced Oddstralians. I'm sure you can understand, Stuka.

When you get to Oddstralia, where you'll once again be right-side up as seen from the correct, god chosen Northern Hemisphere.

Antennae are weakling things. All they do is inform. They provide no nashing, bashing, or elevating hashing. They do naught. They are abominations within the cabbage's eyes.

Is a Bavarian Beer wrench used to build Mercedes?

Say, isn't that George Sr. on Ronnie's lap?

Ooo, Ooo, I'm being repressed! See the violence inherent in the system?

Oh, and by-the-by, my Pappy was a jarhead. Not that it matters. Nope, not one iota.

"steady squeeze" What's so hard to comprehend? We're talkin' pure randiness!

I can't find squat; just ask my wife.

I've been a one-man show since dinosaurs were a theory.

FECK! Maybe I can bite a few ankles.

Ooo, OOoo! [raises hand] I must be part of the plot. I wished someone would've clued me in to my role. Maybe Colonel Mustard in the library with a bookend?

Ductless glands that are within They are called the endocrine Make chemicals that flow within; and work with the nervous system Hormones, hormones Chemical messengers are what you call the hormones Each gland produces one or more hormones With names that end with "...ins" and "...ones" Cortisone, testosterone are just two of the hormones Hormones, hormones Estrogen, progesterone are two more of the hormones Adrenal makes adrenaline Fight or flight that comes from them Pancreas makes insulin Milk begins with prolactin Hormones, hormones The quantity is so tiny but you need all your hormones Thyroid and the ovaries Pituitary and the testes All the glands they do secrete directly in the bloodstream Hormones, hormones Stimulate body functions: the duty of your hormones.

I have found this Private Message thingy to be an odd thing. Apparently it is difficult for some folks to figure out. When you're logged in, up in the right-hand corner of the screen is a thing that lists any private messages one might have. It took me a bit to figure it out, but it's kinda a neat little feature of this new board. Very interesting indeed. But now, for something completely different! A Sing Song! Oh, many, many years ago When I was twenty-three I was married to a widow Who was pretty as can be This widow had a grown-up daughter Who had hair of red My father fell in love with her And soon the two were wed This made my dad my son-in-law And changed my very life For my daughter was my mother 'Cause she was my father's wife To complicate the matter Though it really brought me joy I soon became the father Of a bouncing baby boy This little baby then became A brother-in-law to Dad And so became my uncle Though it made me very sad For if he was my uncle Then that also made him brother Of the widow's grown-up daughter WHo of course is my step-mother Chorus I'm my own grandpa I'm my own grandpa It sounds funny I know But it really is so Oh, I'm my own grandpa My father's wife then had a son Who kept them on the run And he became my grandchild For he was my daughter's son My wife is now my mother's mother And it makes me blue Because although she is my wife She's my grandmother too Now if my wife is my grandmother Then I'm her grandchild And every time I think of it It nearly drives me wild For now I have become The strangest case you ever saw As husband of my grandma I am my own grandpa [chorus]

Did I just see Berli thank Joe? It must be positively frigid in Berli's underworld abode. (I know, I know, I'll get a year of Mondays) Time for a sing-song, then: Monday Monday, so good to me, Monday Monday, it was all I hoped it would be Oh Monday morning, Monday morning couldn't guarantee That Monday evening you would still be here with me. Monday Monday, can't trust that day, Monday Monday, sometimes it just turns out that way Oh Monday morning, you gave me no warning of what was to be Oh Monday Monday, how yould cou leave and not take me. Every other day, every other day, Every other day of the week is fine, yeah But whenever Monday comes, but whenever Monday comes You can find me cryin' all of the time Monday Monday, so good to me, Monday Monday, it was all I hoped it would be Oh Monday morning, Monday morning couldn't guarantee That Monday evening you would still be here with me. Every other day, every other day, Every other day of the week is fine, yeah But whenever Monday comes, but whenever Monday comes You can find me cryin' all of the time Monday Monday, ...

Gamey Updates! Boo and I are just about done with our little bullet punctuated tussle. He's got 2 flags, I've got 3 (4?), and he ain't gonna get no more. I have an angry Kitty who's growling and showing it's teeth. My game with Nidan1 is about midway through. It's a frikken HUGE map, with half town, half countryside, and a great big honkin' concrete memorial or sumfink smack dab in the middle. It is (was) covered in his German MG pillboxes. Now it's covered in cowering crews who can't get down the cliffs. Funny thing, I can't get up 'em either. It's a conundrum. In the meantime, I'm having fun reducing his trenches piecemeal with direct HE fire. No tellin' how this one will go. As far as Stuka, well, obviously he's a gamey Stuart-rushing-Oddstralian-with-airs-to-be-a-merkin. This one's just starting, but no doubt he will lose. It's what he does.

"Just take a pill!" (a free pile of crap to whomever can provide the proper reference for the above quote)

Time for another sing-song; Finished with my woman 'Cause she couldn't help me with my mind People think I'm insane Because I am frowning all the time All day long I think of things But nothing seems to satisfy Think I'll lose my mind If I don't find something to pacify Can you help me occupy my brain? Oh yeah! I need someone to show me The things in life that I can't find I can't see the things that make true happiness I must be blind Make a joke and I will sigh And you will laugh and I will cry Happiness I cannot feel And love to me is so unreal And so as you hear these words Telling you now of my state I tell you to enjoy life I wish I could but it's too late --Black Sabbath