Yeknodathon

Not until the North Country git admits he's a Geordie. I don't care if he isn't a sodding Yorkshireman, I want to hear him proclaim for all the world that he's a Geordie. It's humiliation like that that makes this Forum great...</font>

And yer clearly a kcollip forwards, blasted turnip. Yeknod

*snigger* oops, I can hear the band play on the sinking Titanic *snigger*

Sqerf, the Paddock is noting yer progress. Maintaining me high standards of abject failure is pleasing - did yer frustrate the Norwegian pillock? Good, good, carry on. Justicar - this one has shown promise and is pleasing to me squinting eye. Elevate me sqerf to QUIRE so that I can train him for me special purposes. athkatla break out the bonnets and pinafores and prepare yerself for quests... Yeknod o' tha Thistle and Defender of the Paddock

Clash of the Titans: The Handbags are Out Oooooo, aaaaah, somethin's a brewin' over in yonder thread... *sigh*, of course, I too have RL commitments. Audrey Hepburn *sigh* clutching A BAG OF CARROTS *sigh*... Yeknod o' tha Thistle and Defender of the Paddock [ August 03, 2002, 07:56 PM: Message edited by: Yeknodathon ]

If me Squerf don't get that piccie to Persephone he'll be getting ELEC-TRO-CUTION with me nice new 0% lethality, 100% stopping power StunoNobbit-cattle prod. *pzzzzzzzzzzzzzitt* *zip* Give me a Nobbit and I'll make the little bleeder hop. *pzzzzzzzzzziitttt* *zap* Yeknod o' tha Thistle and Defender o' tha Paddock

Damn, you mean I didn't succeed in making you vomit...wait, then what is that all over you? Please tell me you didn't actually pick those clothes? No wonder you haven't been taken to Squire... Speedbump</font>

Pah, bother and bother again. [ July 28, 2002, 08:30 AM: Message edited by: Yeknodathon ]

I did manage to eek out various long tomes from Elvis, not least over some very dubious employment of MARINE ARTLILLERY... "Fine", I said to meself at the time, "Kriegsmarine tactics in a landlocked meeting engagement, I suppose they could have towed the pocket battleship behind that wood". Of course, against all odds, I maintained me dignity. Yeknod o' tha Thistle and Defender of the Paddock [ July 28, 2002, 08:30 AM: Message edited by: Yeknodathon ]

Oh, well that's a fine start. Next. Yeknod o' tha Thistle and Defender of the Paddock [ July 28, 2002, 01:30 AM: Message edited by: Yeknodathon ]

Obvious by the Essendon colors. btw. Note the label, Speedy kills. Quite apt. Mace</font>

Sqerf, sqerf, where's me sqerf? I hear reports of idjit tactical play and massive, humiliating defeat? Eh? Is that so? WELL DONE, LADDIE...er, how are old are yer? Laddie, hmmmm... no, no that won't do... er... WELL DONE, GRAMPS keep the standards of the paddock up. Now, do tell me that Persephone has yer piccie in ethnic dress? And, er, I'll be having you do something of a private, skulking nature... a little sqerfy errand. Yeknod o' tha Thistle and Defender of the Paddock

Death? Did someone mention death? *sniff* some us have to exist a living death, yer know. Just standing and watching and feeling a lot of pain that sweeps through me body to lodge here in me head. See, right here? It's not yer normal pain, I could take a normal pain. No, its worse than that, its yer philosophical pain. *sniff* of course, we're all going to die. Just wanted to remind everyone. Don't mind me, I didn't really want to say anything but since the thought ocurred that I MIGHT feel a bit cheery I wanted to share me existence. I was wrong, I don't feel cheery at all. Pathetic. Yeknod

Oh, I've just discovered that I've got cooties. That's not cuties, I wouldn't be able to do much with a cutie, but I do have cooties. See, one has landed on me nose... ... and what with me fungal infection ... oh, dear, oh dearie me *sniff*... hatetul, positively hateful little critters. Yeknod o' tha Thistle and Defender of the Paddock

[something in the paddock stirs from a dark corner amid opened ACME Pantomine Polar Bear Costume boxes and various books on chicken breeding]

I want to see 'im lay an egg. Yeknod o' tha Thistle and Defender of the Paddock

*buurrrrp* More tea vicar? Yeknod

[donkey stands glumly with part of Joe Shaw's arm in its mouth] Yeknod

Squerf! I said SQUERF! WHERE'S ME SQUERF! Laddie, now's yer chance, think sausage, think poppet, think rustling kanigget - go get 'im, lad, molest the ssn. Yeknod o' tha Thistle and Defender of the Paddock

Me inflatable Berli *squimp*

[And as the dusk dribbles into shade and various malformed birds scurry for their roosts something is parading in the paddock with a sign around its neck] Semi-irugula Jog Shag Chullenge Fist Priz Donkey Yeknod o' tha Thistle and Defender of the Paddock [ July 15, 2002, 01:30 PM: Message edited by: Yeknodathon ]

I think it was used with a tripod. Please fix or sumfink. Where's the mod? Yeknod [ July 14, 2002, 09:38 AM: Message edited by: Yeknodathon ]

Oh, well done, good play , Squire. I particularly liked the bit about Birmingham. Alabama, eh? As yer first Quest, yer to provide Persephone (between you and me, "Snip" the Veterinary), with a photo for her pleasure and... er... Now mark me, this must be in ethnic dress. Yer hear? ETHNIC. Yer know what I mean? Good, good. Yeknod o' tha Thistle and Defender of the Paddock

Oh Sir Knight , he is a little piece of humanity (we think), who has decided that communication is for the dogs. He speaks with/for/through his "wee spaniel"...although we know what he really means by his "dog". His actual speech is a cross between nothing and nothing. The content of his communications are nothings. He is a great big Nothing Noba.</font>

Bother, bother and bother I can't be doing with this Serfing... its reeks of Nobbits... no, no it just won't do. Justicar! Make 'im Squire. THE DONKEY WILL SPAWN. Yeknod o' tha Thistle and Defender of the Paddock