Boo Radley
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Boo Radley is teaching me how to advance down constrained lanes in the attack. His Tommies are running....
Speedbump
If by running, you mean staying in their positions and killing your jack-booted thugs, you would be correct.
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So are we all out of manky Scots git repellent again? We sure go through a ton of that stuff.
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Oh please. You know you yearn to bask in the light of my everlasting agape.
Nuh uh.
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I am of the opinion that young Palladium is a reincarnation of a rather more aged Cesspool denizen, certainly knowledge of the olde '300 post limit' is not to be taken lightly.
Regardless, I like it more than spurke already and will take it to squire should it prove to have the necessary cahonies. I believe Leeo was my last squire and look how how turned out...surely I must be due a break in squires sometime soon.
Jeez... what was your first clue, concerning Palindrome?
And LEEEEEEEOOOOOO was your Squire???
This explains much.
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Boo Radley didn't believe it possible that a scenario designer would start the two sides within 100 meters from each other. He, too, has lost armored cars...I am awaiting his surrender.
Still got a whole lot of game to go before something like that might happen, Sparky.
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I guess that just means you'll have to try harder if you want to regain your standing, Michael.
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I like pie!
LEEEEEEEEEEEEEOOOOOOOOOOOOO is back?
And property values for miles and miles around plummet like a pregnant Russian pole vaulter.
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Good point! Okay... we'll find a nice dry well. Besides, the water might cushion his fall.
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It occurs to me that part of the problem of y'all sucking gigantic DD hind teat is that I have not blessed you with any versificationisms in quite a long spell.
And we were going to all get together to thank you for that, but then we realized it would be much more fun to just shove you down a deep, dark well.
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Additional updates:
Boo Radley, taking a lesson from the disreputable Noba, has hacked my movement orders causing my conscripted Poles to run out onto the riverbank they were defending, only to be cut down by the despicable Ami... I await a new game file....
In other words, Speedbump has surrendered. He's raised the white flag, writhed in the grip of my superior play, wet his kecks in fear of my tactical brilliance, he's flown the coop, he's lifted his petticoats over his bulbous head in shame.
Which, granted, is much better than how his leige ends a game when he realizes he's going to lose; by Simply. Not. Sending. Turns.
Yes, when Joe's had enough, he just scarpers off, like the big girl's blouse he truly is.
Sad, really.
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Uber-Human! I am Impossible ! Now me dance a jig and me entertain .
Fix that for ya, Tonto.
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Too easy, why don't you pick a difficult challenge?
Like proving Stuka is human.
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The security folks are beginning to give us "the eye".
Well? Put your pants back on.
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He uses Debenture cream to keep his debentures from falling out of his mouth.
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Oh yes, our Joe was quite the cowboy in his younger days.
"After Joe visited the corner drug store, the mechanical horse ride outside had to be taken away for extensive fumigating... "
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Meanwhile, back at the front,
Nidan1 is deftly using his artillery to churn up the turf where I used to be and at the same time still averages losing at least one tank each turn (except for those turns where, just to be different, he runs a couple of platoons out into the open and gets caught in a HMG crossfire). He likes to multi-task. And
Speedbump urges his Polish conscripts to take a couple of potshots across the river, to be answered with a withering (Yes, I said withering) return fire from about half an armored company.
He's REALLY optimistic.
And BOTH Costard and Papa Khan are AWOL, the former with CM install issues and the latter from going to Californy for the holidays and not being heard from since....
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*slow clap*...Well done, Boo, you've managed to google-foo 'Seppo' (did an adult help you out with that?)
You know, actually I think I learned it from Goanna way back, way, WAY back in the glorious days of CMBO.
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You don't even know what a Seppo is.
Rhyming slang. Yank=Septic tank=Seppo.
The fact that I made a correlation between Seppo and The Cesspool SHOULD have clued you in.
But being the drongo you are, it's really no surprise.
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44C (that's 111F for you seppos)?
Mace, you clueless, upside-down Wallaby fondler! This is the Cess! We're ALL Seppos here.
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It's -5 F right now, going down to -12 by the morning, and it's supposed to be -5-ish actual and -35 in the wind tomorrow during the day.
Who's coming to visit us in Minneapolis this week, eh?
Yah, sure... I'll take a pass on that. We're about 10 degrees warmer than you, but we're getting lake effect snow today, thanks to the Alberta Clipper coming down from that Evil Empire to our north.
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Stuka-Nuka-Puka-Pants. Thick as a yard of lard and half as appealing.
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You, like all right thinking people on this planet, must be so nauseated and disgusted by me, right?
Fixed that for ya.
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I AM RETURNED!!!
Oh... right... you were gone, were you?
Mmm hmmm...
Planning on leaving soon again, perhaps?
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ii) Boo has set up a game with the sum total of One (1) (uno) (un) (single) (less than two) platoons on each side, and can still only return one turn every two days...great staff work. He is ready to lose...
speedbump2
Counting is really not your forte, is it? I return a file every evening. I don't do more because I don't want to overwhelm your laughable decision making talents (If that word even applies to you).
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Best? Possibly more fermented.
And even if you were the best, the bar is set so low among your lot, it's still below ground.