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I'll buy the ammo, just let me know what calibers you need. Make sure to get in a final headshot, we don't want you to leave him still kicking. On second thought, just spray a couple of extra clips into his body; a headshot probably wouldn't have any effect.

Why is it piracy? Someone bought it, and is now selling it. Only one available. Maybe they didn't like it. It is possible.

Sound grog.

Not only count, but earn extra credit if he has to pay for counseling.

Hey, no need to hit below the belt.

So, basically, what you're saying is that you like beating your head against very hard, immovable objects. I've got an idea, why don't we play a scenario where you go up against a KT with a handful of T34's? Oh, right, we are. Wall, meet Boo.

Well, my personal favorite would be the blonde with the big...Oh, CM:BB units. Nevermind.

Is there some particular reason you're stating the obvious, Boo?

Dorosh posting to a thread on uniforms. Who'd a thunk it?

You mean to say you don't? You call youself a coffee drinker? Bah!

I'd just like to congratulate Remmington Arms on correctly modeling the penetration values for a 12 gage shotgun slug against the MkI Bambi. Side upper hull penetration, no death clock. The "frickin overmodeled spotting, non-tiring while sneaking, uber sound contact using" deer were no match for my perfect hull down position, fast turret and covered arc. Bambi-0 Roger-1 (take that, Lars) What I want to know is, why doesn't BFC model skinning and eating your battlefield kills?

When hunting, you tell yourself what your cover arc will be. And then not sopt the deer until it's too late, because he was outside the arc.

Then stand in front of my Dodge while I'm driving at you at around 30 MPH. Heck, I do some of my best hunting that way!

You rang?

Not that there's anything wrong with that...

Why would a family reunion make him homesick?

And who's fault would that be, hmmm? Zero constructive instruction, constant badgering about the lack of singing, and endless hours polishing armor tainted by wallowing in the outerboards. What do I get? A mile long sig file, and the miserable task to try to entice Slapdragon back to finish a game. Oh, joy. Not that it was too difficult, as he is a pillock Mk I (the MkIV pillock is still AWOL). At least I have a job, oh vertically challenged one. Granted, I'm a technical whore for Kelly services, but they pay on time; what little there is, anyway. The tank project is still progressing, but will be put on hold for the annual venison harvest. Can't let them rot in the field, after all the work planting, donchaknow. Know ye one and all, that I am now the proud owner of a brand-spanking-new air compressor. Craftsman, tools for manly men. Noisy, rattling tools, to better annoy the neighbors. I can now experience all the windyness of my lord, without the horrible halitosis.

If you invade before USSR enters, it raises their war readiness dramatically. Not sure of the actual numbers, but it is significant.

You lying rat. It's been a whole two days, sasquach. More than ever, my sig applies to you.

I'm not so sure it's an out-and-out scam. More of a "this sounds cool, and it will sell". Lack of checking references is more like it. Al la the History channel "facts".

What? I'm not worth the trouble? Or you just know that Lord Evil already knows about my face-hardened anti-Bauhaus skivies? Go drink a Fosters, sheep-shagger.

Mud. I like the idea. Thanks, Tiger. And PL, you are still a yarble-less wanker.

So, Berli, the lady of the house finally let you play? Let me be the first to say your abreviated rules are suscinct, but still suck. Oh, and before Elvis gets his shot in, evevryone posting above me is a wanker.

Exactly my point. Ever see pics of the knee-deep mud on the front? Ever see a real tank going through soft ground? They churn up a heck of a lot of ground, and a lot sticks to the roadwheels. Not that I'm disparaging his (Tiger's) work; I still use several of his CM:BO mods. Jut like mine "down in the dirt".

Good evening, Lady YK2. I had hoped to avoid the Peng brand rotgut. I would, however, like to sample the D'anjou. Sip o' my glass for a taste of your's? Boo, you'll get your turn, just go play with your rocks.