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Hiram,Originally posted by Hiram Sedai:(Stuff that really does matter)
Best wishes to you and yours.
Sledge
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So you must be the target audience for the American sit-com.Originally posted by Hiram Sedai:Yes, that was funny. Damn funny.
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This is funny?Peng, PENG, PENG all night long[ March 18, 2002, 10:36 AM: Message edited by: Sledge59 ]
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Because you take yourself so seriously!Originally posted by Joe Shaw:Why am I not surprised.
[ March 17, 2002, 07:59 PM: Message edited by: Sledge59 ]
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C'mon, Joe. Don't be such a stuffed-shirt-stick-in-the-mud! They let you in here didn't they? Persephone is right to bring this up.Originally posted by Joe Shaw:In the words of the heroine of "Who Shot Roger Rabitt", the applicant must be one of whom we can all say "He makes me laugh!"
Let me spell it out for you: AussieJeff makes me laugh.
[ March 17, 2002, 06:41 PM: Message edited by: Sledge59 ]
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For MrSpkr:
Two boys are playing football at this park in a small town in Texas when one of the boys is suddenly attacked by a crazed Rottweiler.
Thinking quickly, the other boy takes a stick and shoves it under the dog's collar, twists it, and breaks the dog's neck, thus saving his friend.
A sports reporter who was strolling by sees the incident and rushes over to interview the boy. He tells the boy he's going to write the story and says, "I'll title it 'Young Longhorn Fan Saves Friend From Vicious Animal'".
"But I'm not a Longhorn fan", the little hero replies.
"Sorry, since we're in Texas, I just assumed you were", says the reporter and he starts writing again.
He asks "How does 'Aggie Fan Rescues Friend From Horrific Attack' sound?"
"I'm not an Aggie fan either", the boy says.
"Oh, I thought everyone in Texas was either for the Aggies or the Longhorns. What team do you root for?", the reporter asks.
"I'm just visiting my cousin, I'm a Oklahoma Sooner fan", the boy replies. "They're
just the best!"
The reporter smiles, starts a new sheet in his notebook, and writes: "Little Redneck Bastard From Oklahoma Kills Beloved Family Pet".
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I suppose you're one of those critics who stands on a soap box next to a Jackson Pollock painting making obscene gestures at anyone who disagrees with your narrow-minded interpretation of what the artist meant in the first place.... HMMMMM?Originally posted by Boo_Radley:Not even close, Laddie. I'll have you know that I minored in gibberish in high school. What he actually is attempting to say is, "If someone would please give me my car keys, I can go look for my pants ." It's either that or a coded message for help.
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Where is Mark Ant... err Marlow on the Ides of March?
Peng: Who is it in the press that calls on me?
I hear a tongue shriller than all the music
Cry "Peng!" Speak. Peng is turned to hear.
Soothsayer: Beware the ides of March.
Peng: What man is that?
Chrisl: A soothsayer bids you beware the ides of March.
Peng: Set him before me; let me see his face.
Croda: Fellow, come from the throng; look upon Peng.
Peng: What say'st thou to me now? Speak once again.
Soothsayer: Beware the ides of March.
Peng: He is a dreamer. Let us leave him. Pass.
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Boo,
Don't saw it orf for a whale.
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Send Seanachai a copy of that song...Originally posted by dalem:...how do we do it? how do we do it - Volume!
So step right up.
It gets you a job.
It is a job.
Step right up.
It's only a dollar...
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Holy raving lunatics, Seanachai! This is terrible news. I am standing beside myself with grief... everybody knows that Alsatians can lose their appetite when given too many worming pills. This is sad news indeed... poor doggie.Originally posted by Seanachai:I've been made redundant.
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Boo,
Generalized insults will get you nowhere fast around here. There are many rules and traditions not listed in the first post. One fine tradition is that any SSN who can't be bothered to learn enough about the place to post a halfway decent challenge will be told to sod off. Failing even that, you will then be ignored.
SOD OFF!
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Ladies and Gentlemen of the CessPool,
I give you Literature.
I give you Architecture.
I give you Privies!
Can you imagine it? Cess castle simply must have privies in the tops of the towers!Henry Wimbush took up the thread of his interrupted discourse.
"All that you say, my dear Scogan," he began, "is certainly very
just, very true. But whether Sir Ferdinando shared your views
about architecture or if, indeed, he had any views about
architecture at all, I very much doubt. In building this house,
Sir Ferdinando was, as a matter of fact, preoccupied by only one
thought--the proper placing of his privies. Sanitation was the
one great interest of his life. In 1573 he even published, on
this subject, a little book--now extremely scarce--called,
'Certaine Priuy Counsels' by 'One of Her Maiestie's Most
Honourable Priuy Counsels, F.L. Knight', in which the whole
matter is treated with great learning and elegance. His guiding
principle in arranging the sanitation of a house was to secure
that the greatest possible distance should separate the privy
from the sewage arrangements. Hence it followed inevitably that
the privies were to be placed at the top of the house, being
connected by vertical shafts with pits or channels in the ground.
It must not be thought that Sir Ferdinando was moved only by
material and merely sanitary considerations; for the placing of
his privies in an exalted position he had also certain excellent
spiritual reasons. For, he argues in the third chapter of his
'Priuy Counsels', the necessities of nature are so base and
brutish that in obeying them we are apt to forget that we are the
noblest creatures of the universe. To counteract these degrading
effects he advised that the privy should be in every house the
room nearest to heaven, that it should be well provided with
windows commanding an extensive and noble prospect, and that the
walls of the chamber should be lined with bookshelves containing
all the ripest products of human wisdom, such as the Proverbs of
Solomon, Boethius's 'Consolations of Philosophy', the apophthegms
of Epictetus and Marcus Aurelius, the 'Enchiridion' of Erasmus,
and all other works, ancient or modern, which testify to the
nobility of the human soul. In Crome he was able to put his
theories into practice. At the top of each of the three
projecting towers he placed a privy. From these a shaft went
down the whole height of the house, that is to say, more than
seventy feet, through the cellars, and into a series of conduits
provided with flowing water tunnelled in the ground on a level
with the base of the raised terrace. These conduits emptied
themselves into the stream several hundred yards below the fish-
pond. The total depth of the shafts from the top of the towers
to their subterranean conduits was a hundred and two feet. The
eighteenth century, with its passion for modernisation, swept
away these monuments of sanitary ingenuity. Were it not for
tradition and the explicit account of them left by Sir
Ferdinando, we should be unaware that these noble privies had
ever existed. We should even suppose that Sir Ferdinando built
his house after this strange and splendid model for merely
aesthetic reasons."
Aldous Huxley
Crome Yellow
Note: SSN’s and other assorted cockroaches may read but NOT comment.
Sledge
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Noba,
You are giving me fits over here. I never expected you to... fight back.
2 Hetzers, 1 Mark IV, 1 Panther vs. 1 stuck-in-the-mud Hellcat.
THIS IS NOT GOOD. DO YOU HEAR ME? NOT GOOD AT ALL!
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Ewwww! Was it impacted? You're a wimp to take anything stronger than Advil if it wasn't impacted.
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Oh your point was clear from the beginning, Sir Seanachai. It just seemed like a grand idea to agree with Panzer Leader for a change... and I bet I could Pillock you under the table, given half a chance.
You really don't know the music of Robbie Williams?
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I've got to agree with Panzer Leader here. Kate is not a cheap pop star. What were you thinking, Seanachai?Originally posted by Panzer Leader:Pardonnez moi?? Please do not include the name of a true Angel-on-Earth, that is Kate Bush, with those doxy blondes.
For shame!
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...a coffin for the memory of MrSpkr. Everyone had given him up for...Originally posted by MrSpkr:the tremendous tailgate parties held before every futball match. Hans would bring the schnitzel, Heinrich brought the beer, and little Hiram brought . . .
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AussieJeff,
I've discovered what makes you tick! Yes, you're one of those mod artists from way back in the dark ages of early last year. I must say that your work looks terribly dry, desert dry. Obviously playing you would carry the danger that you might suck all the water out of my pixel warriors before returning a file, yet I've got an anti-mod worked up that'll give you fits! Prepare for your punishment, silly madcap.
Sledge
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You'd have to play worse than the AI to lose that fight as the French, and you almost did.
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Game, set, and match!Originally posted by Persephone:Joe, you're not "the man" until you send me a picture of yourself sans helmet.
Gottcha!
Persephone
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Those in the ‘Pool who have never tried the Random Battle Generator should give it a test drive sometime; it’s a blast. This handy little program doesn’t give a rip about mamby pamby crap like ‘game balance’ or ‘fair play’. When coupled with computer picked forces, it offers some of the most exciting QB action in CM. You take what you get and deal with it, kinda like the real thing. Scenario designers should be a little jealous of this utility, for players don’t whine about its choices.
Yep, I played Leeo Again. It was easily the most thrilling first 7 turns I’ve ever played. Defending against the assault is always a challenge, and Leeo had 12 pieces of supported armor to throw at a company of French infantry with their single M4 and lone Greyhound. The mines got 2, the Greyhound got 1, zooks claimed 2 more, and the brave little Sherman that could bagged 4 invading AFVs all by its lonesome before the optics got splattered with the tank commanders brains and the spree ended. The remaining turns saw every last German infantryman and crewmember taken out of the action, but those last 3 tanks just wouldn’t die.
It was a hootandahollerandahalf!
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You nut case... that was a real knee slapper!
A witty Peng Challenge and other Oxymorons
in Combat Mission Archive #4 (2002)
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