Dave H

<font size=6>Good Morning, Maggots!!</font size=6> It's Day 2 or 3 (I've already lost track) in the "Passion of Seanachai" Anyone seen the <font size=1>penguin</font size=1> thread lately? So much doom and gloom; so much analysis. Even the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypso are into it. Why get so worked up about something that a nice big <font size=5>GRARGHRARRGHARGHARRGRARRG!!!</font size=5> takes care of in no time? Soddball, if you're serious about wanting to get yourself banned, I'd be glad to put in a word on your behalf with BFC. All I have to do is mention that you created all of the "Inferno" scenarios, which by themselves should be grounds for lifetime banishment. As for the rest of you maggots and maggot-wannabes, <font size=5>Wake Up!!</font size=5> It's a spectacular day! Spring is almost here - except for those unfortunates in the Southern Hemisphere who may have to start wearing a shirt to the beach now that summer is ending. None of us are starving, none of us are in the middle of a war zone, all of us have the time and resources to use the internet. So let's have a song!! Don't Worry, Be Happy Performed by Bobby McFerrin Here is a little song I wrote You might want to sing it note for note Don't worry be happy In every life we have some trouble When you worry you make it double Don't worry, be happy...... Ain't got no place to lay your head Somebody came and took your bed Don't worry, be happy The land lord say your rent is late He may have to litigate Don't worry, be happy Lood at me I am happy Don't worry, be happy Here I give you my phone number When you worry call me I make you happy Don't worry, be happy Ain't got no cash, ain't got no style Ain't got not girl to make you smile But don't worry be happy Cause when you worry Your face will frown And that will bring everybody down So don't worry, be happy (now)..... There is this little song I wrote I hope you learn it note for note Like good little children Don't worry, be happy Listen to what I say In your life expect some trouble But when you worry You make it double Don't worry, be happy...... Don't worry don't do it, be happy Put a smile on your face Don't bring everybody down like this Don't worry, it will soon past Whatever it is Don't worry, be happy

<font size=6>Good Morning, Maggots!!</font size=6> It's Day 2 or 3 (I've already lost track) in the "Passion of Seanachai" Anyone seen the <font size=1>penguin</font size=1> thread lately? So much doom and gloom; so much analysis. Even the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypso are into it. Why get so worked up about something that a nice big <font size=5>GRARGHRARRGHARGHARRGRARRG!!!</font size=5> takes care of in no time? Soddball, if you're serious about wanting to get yourself banned, I'd be glad to put in a word on your behalf with BFC. All I have to do is mention that you created all of the "Inferno" scenarios, which by themselves should be grounds for lifetime banishment. As for the rest of you maggots and maggot-wannabes, <font size=5>Wake Up!!</font size=5> It's a spectacular day! Spring is almost here - except for those unfortunates in the Southern Hemisphere who may have to start wearing a shirt to the beach now that summer is ending. None of us are starving, none of us are in the middle of a war zone, all of us have the time and resources to use the internet. So let's have a song!! Don't Worry, Be Happy Performed by Bobby McFerrin Here is a little song I wrote You might want to sing it note for note Don't worry be happy In every life we have some trouble When you worry you make it double Don't worry, be happy...... Ain't got no place to lay your head Somebody came and took your bed Don't worry, be happy The land lord say your rent is late He may have to litigate Don't worry, be happy Lood at me I am happy Don't worry, be happy Here I give you my phone number When you worry call me I make you happy Don't worry, be happy Ain't got no cash, ain't got no style Ain't got not girl to make you smile But don't worry be happy Cause when you worry Your face will frown And that will bring everybody down So don't worry, be happy (now)..... There is this little song I wrote I hope you learn it note for note Like good little children Don't worry, be happy Listen to what I say In your life expect some trouble But when you worry You make it double Don't worry, be happy...... Don't worry don't do it, be happy Put a smile on your face Don't bring everybody down like this Don't worry, it will soon past Whatever it is Don't worry, be happy

<font size=5>Good Morning, Maggots!!</font size=5> It is Day 1 of the very, very minor Junior Assistant Third Deputy deity Seanachai's exile :eek: As all of you know, for a curmudgeon like Seanachai to admit mild amusement is similar to Roger Ebert writing in a movie review, "Thumbs up - way, way up!" Personally, I'm shocked that Seanachai would ever admit to being so emotional. It probably has something to do with him getting a car - psychologically it has apparently pushed him over the edge. :eek: All of you maggots are probably wondering, "Where is my turn?" Well, I'll get to them soon, and that's a promise. So calm down. On the other hand, Soddball and nevermind, you slackers, where are my turns?

<font size=5>Good Morning, Maggots!!</font size=5> It is Day 1 of the very, very minor Junior Assistant Third Deputy deity Seanachai's exile :eek: As all of you know, for a curmudgeon like Seanachai to admit mild amusement is similar to Roger Ebert writing in a movie review, "Thumbs up - way, way up!" Personally, I'm shocked that Seanachai would ever admit to being so emotional. It probably has something to do with him getting a car - psychologically it has apparently pushed him over the edge. :eek: All of you maggots are probably wondering, "Where is my turn?" Well, I'll get to them soon, and that's a promise. So calm down. On the other hand, Soddball and nevermind, you slackers, where are my turns?

What are you mad about? Why not do like all the other Canadians and spend the winters in Florida? I'm sure Jim Boggs will be glad to see one more Canadian license plate. I'm wondering how much longer I can put off mowing the grass.

What are you mad about? Why not do like all the other Canadians and spend the winters in Florida? I'm sure Jim Boggs will be glad to see one more Canadian license plate. I'm wondering how much longer I can put off mowing the grass.

In my ongoing crusade to bring a ray of sunshine into the empty lives of the great majority of the non-Cheery Waffles who congregate here, allow me to pass on the following e-mail I received. No, it's not a virus. That would be far too subtle for the <font size=1>penguins</font size=1> who flock around here. Aussies, Brits, Americans & Canadians Aussies: Believe you should look out for your mates. Brits: Believe that you should look out for those people who belong to your club. Americans: Believe that people should look out for and take care of themselves. Canadians: Believe that that's the government's job. Aussies: Dislike being mistaken for Pommies when abroad. Canadians: Are rather indignant about being mistaken for Americans when abroad. Americans: Encourage being mistaken for Canadians when abroad. Brits: Can't possibly be mistaken for anyone else when abroad. Americans: Spend most of their lives glued to the idiot box. Canadians: Don't, but only because they can't get more American channels. Brits: Pay a tax just so they can watch 4 channels. Aussies: Export all their crappy programs, which no one there watches, to Britain, where everybody loves them. Americans: Will jabber on incessantly about football, baseball and basketball. Brits: Will jabber on incessantly about cricket, soccer and rugby. Canadians: Will jabber on incessantly about hockey, hockey, hockey, and how they beat the Americans twice, playing baseball. Aussies: Will jabber on incessantly about how they beat the Poms in every sport they played them in. Americans: Spell words differently, but still call it "English." Brits: Pronounce their words differently, but still call it "English." Canadians: Spell like the Brits, pronounce like Americans. Aussies: Add "G'day", "mate," and a heavy accent to everything they say. Aussies: Are extremely patriotic about their beer. Americans: Are flag-waving, anthem-singing, and obsessively patriotic to the point of blindness. Canadians: Can't agree on the words to their anthem, when they can be bothered to sing them. Brits: Do not sing at all but prefer a large brass band to perform the anthem. Americans: Drink weak, pissy-tasting beer. Canadians: Drink strong, pissy-tasting beer. Brits: Drink warm, beery-tasting piss. Aussies: Drink anything with alcohol in it. Brits: Are justifiably proud of the accomplishments of their past citizens. Americans: Are justifiably proud of the accomplishments of their present citizens. Canadians: Prattle on about how some of those great Americans were once Canadian. Aussies: Waffle on about how some of their past citizens were once Outlaw Pommies, but none of that matters after several beers. Americans: Seem to think that poverty and failure are morally suspect. Canadians: Seem to believe that wealth and success are morally suspect. Brits: Seem to believe that wealth, poverty, success and failure are inherited. Aussies: Seem to think that none of this matters after several beers. Aussies: Have produced comedians like Paul Hogan and Yahoo Serious. Canadians: Have produced many great comedians, like John Candy, Martin Short, Jim Carrey, Dan Akroyd, and all the rest at SCTV. Americans: Think that these people are American! Brits: Have produced many great comedians, but Americans ignore them because they don't understand subtle humor. Canadians: Endure bitterly cold winters and are proud of it. Brits: Endure oppressively wet and dreary winters and are proud of it. Americans: Don't have to do either, and couldn't care less. Aussies: Don't understand what inclement weather means.

In my ongoing crusade to bring a ray of sunshine into the empty lives of the great majority of the non-Cheery Waffles who congregate here, allow me to pass on the following e-mail I received. No, it's not a virus. That would be far too subtle for the <font size=1>penguins</font size=1> who flock around here. Aussies, Brits, Americans & Canadians Aussies: Believe you should look out for your mates. Brits: Believe that you should look out for those people who belong to your club. Americans: Believe that people should look out for and take care of themselves. Canadians: Believe that that's the government's job. Aussies: Dislike being mistaken for Pommies when abroad. Canadians: Are rather indignant about being mistaken for Americans when abroad. Americans: Encourage being mistaken for Canadians when abroad. Brits: Can't possibly be mistaken for anyone else when abroad. Americans: Spend most of their lives glued to the idiot box. Canadians: Don't, but only because they can't get more American channels. Brits: Pay a tax just so they can watch 4 channels. Aussies: Export all their crappy programs, which no one there watches, to Britain, where everybody loves them. Americans: Will jabber on incessantly about football, baseball and basketball. Brits: Will jabber on incessantly about cricket, soccer and rugby. Canadians: Will jabber on incessantly about hockey, hockey, hockey, and how they beat the Americans twice, playing baseball. Aussies: Will jabber on incessantly about how they beat the Poms in every sport they played them in. Americans: Spell words differently, but still call it "English." Brits: Pronounce their words differently, but still call it "English." Canadians: Spell like the Brits, pronounce like Americans. Aussies: Add "G'day", "mate," and a heavy accent to everything they say. Aussies: Are extremely patriotic about their beer. Americans: Are flag-waving, anthem-singing, and obsessively patriotic to the point of blindness. Canadians: Can't agree on the words to their anthem, when they can be bothered to sing them. Brits: Do not sing at all but prefer a large brass band to perform the anthem. Americans: Drink weak, pissy-tasting beer. Canadians: Drink strong, pissy-tasting beer. Brits: Drink warm, beery-tasting piss. Aussies: Drink anything with alcohol in it. Brits: Are justifiably proud of the accomplishments of their past citizens. Americans: Are justifiably proud of the accomplishments of their present citizens. Canadians: Prattle on about how some of those great Americans were once Canadian. Aussies: Waffle on about how some of their past citizens were once Outlaw Pommies, but none of that matters after several beers. Americans: Seem to think that poverty and failure are morally suspect. Canadians: Seem to believe that wealth and success are morally suspect. Brits: Seem to believe that wealth, poverty, success and failure are inherited. Aussies: Seem to think that none of this matters after several beers. Aussies: Have produced comedians like Paul Hogan and Yahoo Serious. Canadians: Have produced many great comedians, like John Candy, Martin Short, Jim Carrey, Dan Akroyd, and all the rest at SCTV. Americans: Think that these people are American! Brits: Have produced many great comedians, but Americans ignore them because they don't understand subtle humor. Canadians: Endure bitterly cold winters and are proud of it. Brits: Endure oppressively wet and dreary winters and are proud of it. Americans: Don't have to do either, and couldn't care less. Aussies: Don't understand what inclement weather means.

Well, this is about the level of many discussions I saw on the Fiefdom forum and in the global news. I had hoped this thread would be spared from such childish gibberish, which clearly belongs either in the <font size=1>penguin</font size=1> thread, or on the General Forum. One hint - consider changing your member name. I think youngnlame22 sounds about right for you.

Well, this is about the level of many discussions I saw on the Fiefdom forum and in the global news. I had hoped this thread would be spared from such childish gibberish, which clearly belongs either in the <font size=1>penguin</font size=1> thread, or on the General Forum. One hint - consider changing your member name. I think youngnlame22 sounds about right for you.

Was this taken just before they put on their big red noses and climbed into the clown car? :confused: :confused:

Was this taken just before they put on their big red noses and climbed into the clown car? :confused: :confused:

<font size=6>GRARGHRARRGHARGARRGHARG!!!</font size=6> :mad: :mad: :mad: :mad: That's the single most obscene post I've ever read here! See if I try to bring any more culture to this mass of <font size=1>penguin</font size=1> Waffle wanna-be's. But first, here's another show tune (adapted from "Godspell") for the Waffles and the unwashed masses of visitors to this Land of Milk and Honey and angry TNT and Cheery Waffles: SAVE THE PENGUINS When wilt thou save the <font size=1>penguins</font size=1>? Oh God of mercy, when? Not kings and lords, but <font size=1>olde ones</font size=1>, Not thrones and crowns, but them! Flow'rs of thy heart, o God, are they; Let them not pass, like weeds, away, Their heritage a sunless day. God save the <font size=1>penguins</font size=1>. Shall Peng claim fools forever, Lame tripping still the strong? Is it thy will, o Father, That <font size=1>penguins</font size=1> toil for wrong? "No", say thy mountains; "No", say thy skies; Waffles' sun shall brightly rise, And songs be heard instead of sighs. God save the <font size=1>penguins</font size=1>. God save the <font size=1>penguins</font size=1>, O, God save the <font size=1>penguins</font size=1>, God save the <font size=1>penguins</font size=1>, O, God save the <font size=1>penguins</font size=1>, God save the <font size=1>penguins</font size=1>, God save the <font size=1>penguins</font size=1>, God save the <font size=1>penguins</font size=1>. [ March 06, 2004, 12:47 PM: Message edited by: Dave H ]

<font size=6>GRARGHRARRGHARGARRGHARG!!!</font size=6> :mad: :mad: :mad: :mad: That's the single most obscene post I've ever read here! See if I try to bring any more culture to this mass of <font size=1>penguin</font size=1> Waffle wanna-be's. But first, here's another show tune (adapted from "Godspell") for the Waffles and the unwashed masses of visitors to this Land of Milk and Honey and angry TNT and Cheery Waffles: SAVE THE PENGUINS When wilt thou save the <font size=1>penguins</font size=1>? Oh God of mercy, when? Not kings and lords, but <font size=1>olde ones</font size=1>, Not thrones and crowns, but them! Flow'rs of thy heart, o God, are they; Let them not pass, like weeds, away, Their heritage a sunless day. God save the <font size=1>penguins</font size=1>. Shall Peng claim fools forever, Lame tripping still the strong? Is it thy will, o Father, That <font size=1>penguins</font size=1> toil for wrong? "No", say thy mountains; "No", say thy skies; Waffles' sun shall brightly rise, And songs be heard instead of sighs. God save the <font size=1>penguins</font size=1>. God save the <font size=1>penguins</font size=1>, O, God save the <font size=1>penguins</font size=1>, God save the <font size=1>penguins</font size=1>, O, God save the <font size=1>penguins</font size=1>, God save the <font size=1>penguins</font size=1>, God save the <font size=1>penguins</font size=1>, God save the <font size=1>penguins</font size=1>. [ March 06, 2004, 12:47 PM: Message edited by: Dave H ]

Thank you, thank you! You're too kind. Actually it's been pretty dull, except for the hundreds of 25 lbr shells falling. My SMG company has heard there may be some Commonwealth troops running around, but they've kept too far away to see in the dark. Even my AT gun crews are pretty bored. It's okay, we'll see you when you get to your objective.

Thank you, thank you! You're too kind. Actually it's been pretty dull, except for the hundreds of 25 lbr shells falling. My SMG company has heard there may be some Commonwealth troops running around, but they've kept too far away to see in the dark. Even my AT gun crews are pretty bored. It's okay, we'll see you when you get to your objective.

Time for a new thread. I'll take showtunes for $100, Alex.

Thanks to Aces_and_8s for the inspiration in the old thread. The waffle and the <font size=1>penguin</font size=1> should be friends, Oh, the waffle and the <font size=1>penguin</font size=1> should be friends. One man likes to play for keeps, the other likes to chase his sheep, But that's no reason why they cain't be friends. CM folks should stick together, CM folks should all be pals. <font size=1>Penguins</font size=1> dance with Waffles' daughters, Waffles dance with the <font size=1>penguins'</font size=1> gals. Broadway may never be the same. And here, for the edification of those who are unfamiliar with the American musical theater, are the original lyrics from Rogers and Hammerstein's Pulitzer Prize-winning "Oklahoma". These are presented so you illiterates can see I didn't make this up: Song: The Farmer And The Cowman The farmer and the cowman should be friends, Oh, the farmer and the cowman should be friends. One man likes to push a plough, the other likes to chase a cow, But that's no reason why they cain't be friends. Territory folks should stick together, Territory folks should all be pals. Cowboys dance with farmer's daughters, Farmers dance with the ranchers' gals. I'd like to say a word for the farmer, He come out west and made a lot of changes He come out west and built a lot of fences, And built 'em right acrost our cattle ranges. The farmer and the cowman should be friends, Oh, the farmer and the cowman should be friends. The cowman ropes a cow with ease, the farmer steals her butter and cheese, But that's no reason why they cain't be friends Territory folks should stick together, Territory folks should all be pals. Cowboys dance with farmer's daughters, Farmers dance with the ranchers' gals. I'd like to teach you all a little sayin' And learn the words by heart the way you should I don't say I'm no better than anybody else, But I'll be damned if I ain't jist as good! I don't say I'm no better than anybody else, But I'll be damned if I ain't jist as good! Territory folks should stick together, Territory folks should all be pals. Cowboys dance with farmer's daughters, Farmers dance with the ranchers' gals! [ March 05, 2004, 06:50 PM: Message edited by: Dave H ]

Thanks to Aces_and_8s for the inspiration in the old thread. The waffle and the <font size=1>penguin</font size=1> should be friends, Oh, the waffle and the <font size=1>penguin</font size=1> should be friends. One man likes to play for keeps, the other likes to chase his sheep, But that's no reason why they cain't be friends. CM folks should stick together, CM folks should all be pals. <font size=1>Penguins</font size=1> dance with Waffles' daughters, Waffles dance with the <font size=1>penguins'</font size=1> gals. Broadway may never be the same. And here, for the edification of those who are unfamiliar with the American musical theater, are the original lyrics from Rogers and Hammerstein's Pulitzer Prize-winning "Oklahoma". These are presented so you illiterates can see I didn't make this up: Song: The Farmer And The Cowman The farmer and the cowman should be friends, Oh, the farmer and the cowman should be friends. One man likes to push a plough, the other likes to chase a cow, But that's no reason why they cain't be friends. Territory folks should stick together, Territory folks should all be pals. Cowboys dance with farmer's daughters, Farmers dance with the ranchers' gals. I'd like to say a word for the farmer, He come out west and made a lot of changes He come out west and built a lot of fences, And built 'em right acrost our cattle ranges. The farmer and the cowman should be friends, Oh, the farmer and the cowman should be friends. The cowman ropes a cow with ease, the farmer steals her butter and cheese, But that's no reason why they cain't be friends Territory folks should stick together, Territory folks should all be pals. Cowboys dance with farmer's daughters, Farmers dance with the ranchers' gals. I'd like to teach you all a little sayin' And learn the words by heart the way you should I don't say I'm no better than anybody else, But I'll be damned if I ain't jist as good! I don't say I'm no better than anybody else, But I'll be damned if I ain't jist as good! Territory folks should stick together, Territory folks should all be pals. Cowboys dance with farmer's daughters, Farmers dance with the ranchers' gals! [ March 05, 2004, 06:50 PM: Message edited by: Dave H ]

That's okay. I suspect your uncle would have understood your <font size=5>GRARGHRARGRARRGHARGHRARG!!!</font size=5> completely. Tell Paula it's better therapy than moping around for a few weeks.

Hey, Mace, there may be kids (like Boo, for example) around. Let's keep it clean, okay. These Aussies and their loose morality! :eek: :eek: :eek:

Jim, have I told you what an utterly disgusting, incompetent, pathetic excuse for a human being you are? Well, I lied. You're much worse than that! GRARGHRARRGHRARGH!! :mad: :mad: :mad:

Hey, you CMAK obsessed maggots, I didn't mention a T-34 until after this post on February 29: I don't see anybody giving V any grief about his (or her) T-34 not being in CMAK!! GRARGHRARRGHRARGH!!! :mad: :mad: :mad: This is the thanks I get for thinking outside the box! And Bone "Ice, Ice, Baby" Vulture, I'll concede your points about the radio and also the two-man turret. If the original T-34 had been equipped with a radio and a roomier turret, the German (and Allied) armor would have been absolutely outclassed.

For a <font size=1>penguin</font size=1> like him, you'll probably need to do a John Henry, using a sledge in each hand. <font size=1>Penguin</font size=1> foreheads can be awfully thick, and in most cases the entire head is solid. We're talking densities like reinforced concrete here. What could be more alike than <font size=1>penguin</font size=1> heads and density? Don't they go together like green eggs and ham? [ March 02, 2004, 08:52 PM: Message edited by: Dave H ]

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