Nidan1

Is that hole in the top where you put the fire cracker? </font>

Boo is fun to have around? If I were 37mm (and thank goodness I'm not), I'd say something like look at the guy to whom I have to take example. It's a miracle I got as far as I did. But I'm not, so I won't. </font>

Why would I go anywhere with this Boo ? It's much more fun to keep it here. Remember, what is said here stays here.

Who could miss the pleasure of beating you like an old mule? As for Boo ...the poor man has no life, this game playing nonsense is the only thing that gives some small meaning to an otherwise miserable existence.

Originally posted by John Kettler: Can't have you scratching your head all day; "When will you make an end of it, Bonuratti?"

"You're a looney!!" Which movie is that quote from? Think M. Python [/QB]</font>

Fitting, from you. Noba. </font>

No comment.

Glad you liked it Dear Lady.

http://tinyurl.com/4yx2z_ ]web page Check this out...it could save your life.

I think technical advances increased the casualty count, without significantly shaping the way the war was fought. Men in tight formations still marched across open territory against defensive positions, even after the rifled musket was brought into use, and they still maintained those formations in the face of fairly accurate long range artillery. IMO, had the tactics kept up with the technology, you would have seen trench warfare on a larger scale.

Happy Birthday rune .

Can't you get Viagra in that socialist paradise of yours?

The shrink used to tell me that all the time...all of our fears are just a reflection of the twisted thoughts on our own brains. Perhaps we are all just a misplaced chromosome away from being Jeffrey Dahlmer.

That's Marine Boy SIR ,to you maggot!! You know I kinda thought that you enjoyed the fact that people tended fantasize about you. Something along the line of the bogeyman in the closet, or the sabre toothed dust kitty under the bed. The kind of child-like fantasies that sent one into a cold sweat at age 10 or 11. That caused you to lay in your darkened bedroom and long for the light of day, every shadow and dark place a malevolent reminder of how easily the wolfman could tear you to shreds. I enjoy thinking about you Seanachai , and being thrust back to those prepubescent days of stark terror and weakness in the face of the real and imagined terrors of the world. If you're ever in my neck of the woods Mi casa en su casa , but you'll have to come in through the garage....must keep up appearances.

Don't throw a wobby with me, mate, I'm as willing as the next man to re-create the world...in my own image of course...with the rest of you layabouts nowhere in sight. However, I'm more inclined to believe that the MBT is fashioned from the Cthulhu Mythos than Aboriginal Dreatime Mythology. I picture you more as a sea anemone with spikes protruding at odd angles from your head.

Point to ponder: If tin whistles are made of tin...what do they make fog horns out of? Seanachai ...you bloody drongo!...I sold all of my aboriginal artifacts on E-bay, and NOW you come up with this Walkabout nonsense. Well then, before you go off on your jolly quest, bottle of plonk in hand, matilda neatly laid out in the alley....explain this sudden interest in things Ozzy . [ January 27, 2005, 03:39 AM: Message edited by: Nidan1 ]

Time for Nidan1 to get a taste of his own medicine. Prescription medication! Muhahaha. </font>

Still digging out from under two feet of snow....be back later....carry on.

If we do that, we will all die horrible deaths....say that might not be a bad idea after all. For now I will post a physical description: From an oval body protruded countless thin, pointed spines of multi-colored metal; at the more rounded end of the oval a circular, thick-lipped mouth formed the centre of a spongy face, from which rose three yellow eyes on thin stalks. Around the underside of the body were many white pyramids, presumably used for locomotion. The diameter of the body must have been at least ten feet at its least wide..." This sanity-blasting evil demon moves normally. It is always created sluggish. It may breathe poison, and is also magical, casting spells intelligently which produce water balls, cause mortal wounds, terrify, blind, confuse, summon hydras, summon a demon or summon a dragon; 1 time in 5. It regenerates quickly. It resists acid, cold and poison. It resists water and nexus. It cannot be stunned. It is fairly observant of intruders, which it may notice from 200 feet. It will carry up to 18 good objects. It can sting to attack with damage 20, sting to disease with damage 20, and crush to attack with damage 3d20. [ January 20, 2005, 07:40 AM: Message edited by: Nidan1 ]

Thanks Tim, can't wait to see it when it comes to New York. Say, did you every think about becoming a theater critic? You may have missed your true vocation, since it seems you can't do anything else right.

Let me know how it was...its coming to Broadway next month, and I am taking my wife to see it.

Looks like Meeks is back! Gee, am I thrilled to tears, and lookee, he is shortly becoming a PH.D, in what? The art of rolling his own fecal material in small rounded balls? Welcome back...the king is dead, long live the king! Maybe there are four people who know who you are....scary, no?

I'm playing "Canadian Confrontation" in PBEM. Its a real slufest. Good to see it in CMAK, thank you Sergio.

I'd rather have hat pins stuck into my eyes and be forced to watch the Eagles/Vikings game, or even "American Idol", while someone drips hot oil on my genitals and rips out my fingernails with a pair of needle nose pliers. </font><blockquote>code:</font><hr /><pre style="font-size:x-small; font-family: monospace;">psst, send it to me </pre>