Yeknodathon

<blockquote>quote:</font><hr>Originally posted by Mace: That's quite English of you! Mace<hr></blockquote> LOL, Mace, yes, something we've hopefully passed on to others... though it may have originated from north of the border... take OGSF, for example.... Yeknod [ 01-04-2002: Message edited by: Yeknodathon ]</p>

<blockquote>quote:</font><hr>Originally posted by Seanachai: Yes, as Persephone has pointed out, the Fair Emma, or Yk2. But, Yeknod, you have amended your ways. You stand, if not righteous in the sight of the Olde Ones, then no longer under a cloud of disdain and lowering doom.<hr></blockquote> Seanachai, lesson hard learnt, I think. Though please give me more lowering doom.... as a Yeknod I thrive on pessimism, doom, futility, angst and general hopelessness... not for nothing that I've taken to CM:BO. Yeknod

<blockquote>quote:</font><hr>Originally posted by Patch: Yaknong, yes you did. You forgot YK2. I hope your wound is healing properly. Persephone<hr></blockquote> Persephone Thanks, my recuperation is slow but steady and with plenty of occupational therapy I've learnt to shuffle along... YK2, I apologise to you too for the same lowly behaviour. I hope I haven't caused offence or unneccessary embarrassment. Yeknod

<blockquote>quote:</font><hr>Originally posted by Seanachai: Yeknod, thou hast transgressed. To harass a Lady of the Pool is to die unnoticed, and sink into your own filth (which is a lower grade filth than we would ever allow here). I see that you have attempted to rise, amended your post, and seek now the proper path of taunting, by which redemption may be achieved. Go the whole way home, lad, and apologize to the Lady. Normally, we're not much on apologies here in the Peng Challenge Thread, but there are certain transgressions for which no other solution will suffice.<hr></blockquote> Yawnoflashly Yes, I have the scars to bear from Patch's knifework. I'm a trembling wreck and wouldn't want to repeat the experience. Persephone, I'm very sorry to have sullied your presence with the "offending thing"... I don't know what came over me and trying to be clever is really no excuse for such base, low and depraved behaviour. Seriously, I was OTT with my posts and didn't really think about what I was writing. Seanachai, did I miss another fair maiden? Yeknod

<blockquote>quote:</font><hr>Originally posted by Elvis: no chance of winning and would only be wasting everyones time. <hr></blockquote> ....er, er, I feel a challenge gestating in me bowels.... er, uuuuuuuuuuh... okay, okay.... ahem, (cough).... Elvis, can I have a surrender file, too, pls? Yeknod

<blockquote>quote:</font><hr>Originally posted by dalem: ...no doubt a giant flaming turd will fall out of the sky soon and obliterate all I hold dear, but for right now, things are pretty darned good. So soon I will be huntinging for more CM games from you lot... I'll sniff out a new victim or two as well. Hmm, who could it be...?<hr></blockquote> Mailem Seek and yee shall find a Yeknod! Yes me, I'll challenge you and although I wouldn't consider meself a flaming turd... just consider me a cow pat or hardened morsel of yaks dung. There is an uncanny number of Poolers living in the environs of Minnyopolous. Scunthorpe or Cleethorpes is marvelous for mind and body. Yeknod [ 01-02-2002: Message edited by: Yeknodathon ]</p>

<blockquote>quote:</font><hr>Originally posted by Hanns: Well I've about had enough of this DonkeyschlongforwhichIlong and his incipient posts. To add the proverbial cherry (or is it road apple) upon his moronic musing he crosses the line and insults not one but two ladies of the 'pool. I believe that my Grandliege Joe Shaw and every other defender of all that is just and true will see the vileness of Donkeypunchmymom and call for his immediate and permanent banishment to the outer boards. To insult (and do a poor job at it to boot ) one of the trinity of zwei X chromosome specimens of female perfection of this here Cesspool is bring the wrath of all that dwell here. But, no you had to insult TWO of them! If left unchecked this cancerous bunion may even insult Dame Kitty's hamster mods. I humbly ask the Olde Ones and all others with a sympathetic ear to listen to my request. BURN THE HERETIC!! BURN HIM!!!!!<hr></blockquote> Heinz So much weevil's gust for a lowly squire! There's as much venom here as cuckoos spittal.... crawl out from the skirts of others and do me battle you halvling excuse for a demi-toad. Or do I have to suffer more of yer bouncing? Yeknod

Posts tidied up. I apologise to anyone I might have offended. My intention was to challenge rather than cause offence. Yeknod

<blockquote>quote:</font><hr>Originally posted by Patch: Patch swiftly draws her sword...in one quick swoosh the massive member is cleanly removed. There...I've relieved you of your heavy burdon...hope you didn't need it. Persephone<hr></blockquote> Persliponme Squeak! Yeknod [ 01-01-2002: Message edited by: Yeknodathon ]</p>

<blockquote>quote:</font><hr>Originally posted by YK2: Nice post Mr Yeknod. If not a challenge for CM then could it be a challenge of words with the Bard himself? I can see it and feel it..... Hmmmmmm do I know you Yeknod?<hr></blockquote> YKPew Yes, I've often mused that the blood of Shakespeare pulsates through my artaries... its a heavy burden but during this life of self-sacrifice and service I'll endure the pain to share my gifts.... meagre as they are Know me? Well, know theyself, dear YKMew... if you know the daisies that drift in twilight's air or know the g-string twanged gently on some maiden's buttocks then surely you know Yeknod? We live in the same world and breathe the same air... we are all connected and descend from the same creatures that crawled the ocean bottoms... from the same sinews and bones, YKChew, and fishy scales! I embrace thee as a mate and with a dapper peck plant this fraternal kiss upon your nonce and embrace you to my bossom... Yeknod [ 12-31-2001: Message edited by: Yeknodathon ] [ 01-01-2002: Message edited by: Yeknodathon ]</p>

Pornogreatly .... and another thing, by the hairy armpits of Brigid do you not among all others appreciate that the tears born of frustration and boredom is not just a mere "challenge" but an affront to humanity? Now, not for me to proffer a challenge in such exalted company but if I were to dip into the taunting tool box... say to practice, perhaps? I mean, I might have offered a challenge but for Peng's advice that one must be careful of catching social diseases while conducting this exchange.... and I have to suggest that a taste for yer mythology on the Celtic fringes of civilisation coupled with the pipe-wielding whines of the dishevelled-bearded sandled-brigade does sort of suggest... Morris Dancing.... and that IS a most virrulent, feet-hopping social malaise and I have enough athletes' foot without adding further discomfort. Yeknod [ 01-01-2002: Message edited by: Yeknodathon ]</p>

YKFew ...nay, I fear that subtlety sinks into this mire until it is regurgitated into some awful semblance of putrifying pile of witless art... Cornuflatly is trying his best to eek out some challenge... but what exactly IS a challenge? Is not my existence here a challenge? Do I not postrate myself in this pool exposing my vulnerable, virgin flesh to do as you all wish? Does not my innocence and tender visage cause the utmost contempt and disgust among you all? I LIVE my challenge! My existence IS my challenge! Do you not see and feel it? Does it not fill your nostrils with the sweet air of corruption? No, it seems I have to descend to the depths of a base, stagnant challange formed from the pages of some mediocre, tedious formula that gathers dust upon everyones' lips? Is there no appreciation of ART and POSEY here? teh! oh, if I must, if I have to descend into artisan sewers of humdrum rituals... but I suppose I could endure the strain... just... Now... let me see, where's the aperatif... I noticed an Iron Whiff someone or other... Yeknod

Actually, I'm going through a traumatic literary deconstructive phase (sigh)... which sort of puts the knockers on a long, drawn-out, drooling challenge... I prefer the rapier stab, the nick and snip of venomous tip and... (easing a loose piece of fluff from under finger nail)... and "Wibble" suits my ends; yes, yes it contains all the existentialist angst and bile that courses through my stretched and sinuous veins because, Singathatchi, we are free, damn it FREE and in that moment of utter absurdity, where rhyme and reasons flutter into insignificance, a "wibble" here or "bobble" there cocks an taut, erect finger not only at the victim but, dare I humbly say, at the universe! Nay, should we take these things lightly... ....oh, my energy is fading (hand to forehead)... I am in need of rest (swoon) Fawnachi, I am fading fast... patience I ask of thee, a challenge will snake and sliver from this tired hand... but the moment must be sweet and the tip delicately placed... Yeknod [ 12-30-2001: Message edited by: Yeknodathon ]</p>

Wibble Yeknod

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<blockquote>quote:</font><hr>Originally posted by Seanachai: "we've been best friends for donkey's years" <hr></blockquote> ...eh? wot?.... er, oooh, someone mention donkeys? Yeknod

(twang, snap)

(strum, strum) Twas the night of Christmas Eve (twang) And the poooooool twas very wet (strum) Good fellows there had no relieve (twing) From yonder, faceleeeeess git (twiddle, twang-de-twaddle, thump) Twas the night of Christmas Eve (twang) No voice..... (muscical pause highlighting drama of prose)..... for rancid cough (twiddle, strum) Farewell, Good Will and Merry Fare..... Now all SOD ORRRRRRF Yeknod [ 12-24-2001: Message edited by: Yeknodathon ]</p>

<blockquote>quote:</font><hr>Originally posted by Seanachai: But now things are at a turning point for you, lad. You've shown no particular interest in actually Challenging someone. That's what we're here for, actually. Oh, not the playing, not the winning, not the losing, not even just the insults. We're here for the Challenge. And that's a whole bloody concept. So, the main strike against yourself here in the Thread of threads, is your stupid Profile. <hr></blockquote> Some angelic music begins and a shaft of blinding light smacks the Initiate Yeknod squarely on the forhead.... in one speck of time he witnesses the beauty and horror of the universe, the past and the future in its full gamut of underdulating eddies and swirling currents cascading and smashing against the unforgiving rocks of eternity.... everything now seems very clear... and that voice, that kindly, benevolent, gentle guide.. what majesty in such a low place... the dazzled Yeknod stumbles and falls unpon his knees with a moist eye knowing that all his deficiencies and mistakes have brought him to this moment of enlightenment; the crucial decision that must be made... but to hear that voice again that cradles and caresses, the voice that sprinkles wisdom and would be Sofia herself were it not for the slightly gruff undertone. But there is silence in the pool... a void that clogs and creeps around the Yeknod as the light dims.... and then, the growing anxiety weedles into his brave, noble heart and with a blasting stab twists and turns.... terror and doubt take hold... the adrenalin pumps and his hand tightens on the helm and with fertive glances to catch the slipping shadows that dart and scamper he stumbles to the door barely able to utter the words from his parched throat, "... horror, the horror..... Ping, the Ping Thread... " ... and as he lurches towards the door, and turns to see the growing gloom engulf its scurrying contents he looks back on his life, his love and professions and the awful realisation grips his throat again as he spits out his thoughts, "oooooh, my gawd, International Jet Setting Merchant Banking Taxidermist... I'm dead" (slam) [ 12-22-2001: Message edited by: Yeknodathon ]</p>

<blockquote>quote:</font><hr>Originally posted by Berlichtingen: What part of SINGLE SOMEONE OUT don't you understand? Lord love a duck, but the latest batch of SSNs are none to bright<hr></blockquote> ...ooohhhhh, right... with you now.... okay, okay... ahem (cough) er, just a small, tiny, minor point: "SINGLE SOMEONE OUT" Errrrrr, Homo Sapien? Bit optimistic here! Okay, lets broaden the net.... humanoid? Errrrr, nope, nope don't see anyone upright on two legs.... okay, raise yer paw if you CLAIM to be a mammal.... dodgy... 1, 2, oh, that one's doubtful.... oh, yes, I see, unnatural breeding... count you as 1/2 then.... got some reptilian crawlers, even got a marsupial... that count? BurpLactating, where'd you feature in this evolutionary freak show? Yeknod [ 12-22-2001: Message edited by: Yeknodathon ]</p>

....huh, where's that Iron Chopper? Surely he hasn't posted AGAIN in the ladies cubicals when we're now in midgets' latrines? Ooooooh, poetry of a middling sort: ....oooohh, ahhhhhhhh... ahuh.... yep oh, yes, yes.... hmmmmm.... gotcha....yep okaaaaaaay, got the picture..... Newbie.... anyone 'ere a Newbie? Or a lowly Squirrel, ooops, silly, Squire Right, no one? Okay.... improvise: "Yo, Yeknodathon" (steps aside) "Who hails me?" (steps back) "It is me, silly ass" (steps again) "Really, I wouldn't know" (ditto) "I challenge thee, Newbie scum" (ditto) "Challenge me? Foresooth, what the 'eck for? (ditto) "Errrrr.... no matter, take gauntlet in the mush" (ditto) "Why thanks, Yeknodathon, that wasn't so bad" (ditto) "No, quite pleasing, really" (ditto) Ho, hum, la-de-da...... Yeknod [ 12-21-2001: Message edited by: Yeknodathon ]</p>

O, do hear something? (flicks away spec of dirt) uhhhhhh Sir Fleao... no, no Sir Fleeo... no, I have it now... Sir Lego Sir, you have the roar of a flea... take your sod and ram it in yer flea pit.... .... someone bring 'im a bowl of milk, pussy needs it Yeknod [ 12-21-2001: Message edited by: Yeknodathon ]</p>

A challenge? Foul knights thou doth speak as one maintaining the same mediocrity and basesness that I cannot tell who is the foulest, who is the fairest? Who among your base, vile coven will come forward? Which specimen of putrid repulsion dare step forward and blink on their fate? Eh? I will grant thee a speedy dispatch... if I can fit you into my busy astrolabe.... hhhmmm Venus in conjuction with Mars? ... do you then? Yeknod

Iron Chef Yeh, this pit is niether room nor pool.. but the smell suggests the lower latrines and urinals of the Wafflelot Castle complex... a place for aged, hackneyed retrobates... the dispossed, retard unter-Knights.... pity 'em Iron Chef, for they hath chosen the ladies cubicles to do unclean and loathsome things... ... no sport here (topples Knight off chair), no spine (twists the whiskers of another)... no semblance of brain activity (bangs on helmet) that could find the battle... lest take to arms and win glory. No Iron Chef, this be a rag-bag, pig-bladders-full bunch of scrotum low-life wasters, the most unclean and morally degenerate of crawling, inept sloaths one could ever manage to find, should they peep out into rays of the day's sun (pinches crest and shield of Berlichtingen, Seanachai and Panzer Leader). Copp, this, Iron Chef, try 'em on for size! (hee, hee) Yeknod [ 12-21-2001: Message edited by: Yeknodathon ]</p>

<blockquote>quote:</font><hr>Originally posted by OGSF: At's noo often Ah wid spare tha braith tae sae thas aboot a SSN, but Ah leek tha cut o' AhGiADonkeyOopMahBum's jib! (twang) eh? Rameends mae o' tha Daffy Duck carrtoon where's tha wee twit as made oop as a minstrel ain Robin Hood's forest...trippin' o'er haes lute. Stamp on a Bulge-eyed-rat's bladder fer mae, bu' Ah blew snot oot mah nose whain Ah saw tha'! Och, afore Ah fergait - Croda, widye noo pull ye foreskin o'er ye haid an' whistle us a tune laddie? SirMacOberGruppenBloodyStompinSicFeuhrerBastardABCDJimmy<hr></blockquote> By the hooves of St Yeknod, a Scoooot! Clan McTavish, methinks? Surely, ye jest? A Scoot appreciating music and posey? Na, 'aving me on! (strum, strum) Oh, if you will, me Knightly-skirt-wearing Jock... (strum) ... though its wasted.... (strum) ... but, oh, it is ART (twang) ... and I suppose it might calm the savage brute (twang) There be a Knight of Northern fame A Knight no one can blame (twing-a-twang) The beast did bite 'n claw and flame And Haggis was its name (STRUM, STRUM, STRUMASTRUMASTRUM) ... totally wasted, ho-hum (sigh) Yeknod [ 12-21-2001: Message edited by: Yeknodathon ]</p>