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Egg. Not omen, egg. He only smells like that because of the poor housekeeping.

Some nice ideas, very well stated.

Were you born a daft doorknob, or do you practice? In the last thread, I posted: "Send whatever strikes your unimaginative fancy." Until then, shut your yap. We shall ignore you, regardless.

[Yosemite Sam voice] Ooooooh, Rabbittt! [/Yosemite Sam voice]

Oh, that's rich. Coming, as it does from Mr. "crazy as a tree full of rats". If and when you are wise, MrPeng will be unbeatable. Another kneeslapper. You have always been the pretender to the throne, the divider, the architect of the great Cesspool Schism. Loyalty like yours we need not, you Rasputin.

You rang? We (Canadians) put them on crooked - not necessarily point down. Just crooked, so we didn't look like 'Mericans. </font>

Is this some strange combination of herpes and a yeast infection? Somebody get a flamethrower on him before it spreads (or posts again).

Huh, huh. He called you "Pengers".

His first ever post, and he had to go and delete it. Damn, there's a squire in the making!

60 and sunny today. Neener, neener, neener.

"Ja, der you come here of-ten, girly?"

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No self-respecting lesbian would be caught dead in that body.

I withdraw my earlier, somewhat hasty suggestion. But Old Foul Joe is still a girly man for even knowing about some hollywood pimple's breakup.

Is that Coventry I hear calling?

And you so lacking in any kind of weaponry. Like the Donkey says, "pathetic".

Yeah, you're a mushroom all right. A big fat bloated one, covered in strangely colored spots. Another? There's got to be a first, you numerically ignorant dolt. I'm almost done swapping out the old, useless (like you) CD drive, and then it's back to CM. Send whatever strikes your unimaginative fancy. BTW, Creative Labs ("we're working hard to create more ways for our products to cause you frustration") CD drives suck. As does their tech support. If these "technical" people were any less so, they'd be almost as useful as a constipated cat. As it stands, their suggestions were about as welcome as a set of steak knives in a nursery room.

Damn, nothing but empty bottles. That woman is a sponge, I tell you. Tipsy, she says. Like a Scott is ever anything but. After a hard day of unemployment, all a guy wants to do is come home...er, stay home and have a litte drink, and the wimmin folk have gone and guzzled it all. Double damn, I'll have to fight my way down into that cellar to find an unopened bottle. Probably lose my seat, too.

*sneaks quietly in* Oh, good. They've forgotten about me. Now I can grab the comfy chair while they are all still at work. I wonder if YK2 left any wine around?

The History channel had a pretty decent (but short) segment on this a couple of nights ago. Part of the artillery vs. rockets debate. The original fuse version was the size of a large soup can, and by 1945 they had it down to less that 1/3 of that.

Football (all forms) is for brainless couch potatoes. Gladiatorial contests (the loser must die) are where it's at. Extra points for evisceration.

Variable Timed. A fuse designed to give airbursts, more effective for clearing trenches.

Yes, I caught the reference, you nong. Should I have used a smiley to illustrate the point? BTW, I am not a ninny. I never made it past nin, second class, with oak clusters.

Would that be puffed smileys or frosted cabbage flakes?

Joe, you nimrod. I haven't had a beard for two years. If you're going to use that piccy, at least put a link to my website up there.