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This is the Peng Challenge Thread , not "Entymology Weekly", but since insects have six legs...where would one read about centipedes? SSNs are lower on the animal kingdom list than centipedes....so if you are one, an SSN that is... Sod Off!!!! . If if you must stay, eat a centipede and challenge someone....not a higher form like a Knight or Olde One, but someone of your own lowly position. Better yet just eat a centipede and move along..... Challenge with flair and wit and perhaps we won't stomp you like the icky lowcrawler that you are. Be nice to the Ladies , at all times, and keep the tales of your head, thorax and abdomen to yourself. You can discuss those things offline with dalem if you must.

Good evening Aussies and layabout Limeys. 37mm and I were supposed to play an online battle....because he has insomnia or something...then I find out he is in here, blathering as usual...you cant find good help these days. Oh well maybe I'll go to bed now, so you can play 99 bottles of beer on the wall...or somefink.

HA!, all I know is....the stench of burning Ivans, smelled like victory!. Never in a million years did this dope have any idea what was waiting for him in that patch of woods. BTW 37mm, did you get my last turn in the new battle? [ December 08, 2004, 08:32 AM: Message edited by: Nidan1 ]

Actually Dan Rather married Peter Jennings, and Cokie Roberts ran away with Abu Musab al-Zarkawi, you can read about it here. The Marine and Emrys have actually spent the last few months discussing the cyclic rate of fire of the M-4 carbine, and whether or not the Browning 9mm automatic is better than the 1914-A1 45 cal automatic.

Anchors Dan Rather and Peter Jennings, NPR Reporter Cokie Roberts, along with a U.S. Marine assigned to protect them were hiking through the Iraq desert one day when they were captured by Iraqis.They were tied up, led to a village, and brought before the leader. The leader said, "I am familiar with your western custom of granting the condemned a last wish; so, before we kill and dismember you, do you have any last requests?" Dan Rather said, "Well, I'm a Texan; so I'd like one last bowlful of hot spicy chili." The leader nodded to an underling who left and returned with the chili. Rather ate it all and said, "Now I can die content." Peter Jennings said, "I am Canadian, so I'd like to hear the song 'O Canada' one last time." The leader nodded to a terrorist who had studied the Western world and knew the music. He returned with some rag-tag musicians and played the anthem. Jennings sighed and declared he could now die peacefully. Cokie Roberts said, "I'm a reporter to the end. I want to take out my tape recorder and describe the scene here and what's about to happen. Maybe someday someone will hear it and know that I was on the job till the end." The leader directed an aide to hand over the tape recorder and Roberts dictated some comments. She then said, "Now I can die happy." The leader turned and said, "And now, Mr. U.S. Marine, what is your final wish?" "Kick me in the ass," said the Marine. "What?" asked the leader. "Will you mock us in your last hour?" "No, I'm not kidding. I want you to kick me in the ass," insisted the Marine. So the leader shoved him into the open, and kicked him in the ass. The Marine went sprawling, but rolled to his knees, pulled a 9mm pistol from inside his cammies, and shot the leader dead. In the resulting confusion, he leapt to his knapsack, pulled out his M4 carbine, and sprayed the Iraqis with gunfire. In a flash, all the Iraqis were either dead or fleeing for their lives. As the Marine was untying Rather, Jennings, and Roberts, they asked him, "Why didn't you just shoot them? Why did you ask them to kick you in the ass?" "What," replied the Marine, "and have you three assholes call me the aggressor.

Leeo my sincerest condolences.

Don't finish my stories for me, pillock!

Speaking of centipedes.....we are still speaking about centipedes? One night, in Vietnam, I am lounging in my foxhole, well lounging may not be a good discription...but with the passing of time the stories soften a bit. So I'm lounging in my foxhole, there is a full moon, and everything around me has an iridescent glow to it. Its as quiet as a morgue, the only noise is made by the beating wings of some large insect flying around the area. I notice a brief movement near the lip of my cozy foxhole..... cozy, I dont think so, but as I said before..... well anyway I notice something moving, so I peer over the edge, and I see this thing, a centipede or millipede, couldn't count the legs in the dark, it was a thick as the spring on a garage door. I took my Ka-Bar, and chopped the thing up into three pieces, all of which happily scurried off in different directions.

Certain types of predators in the animal kingdom mark their hunting territory by urinating in various locations. Human beings, being animals themselves, though supposedly above all others in the chain, would probably exhibit similar behavior in primal situations such as war. Although the motivations for such behavior would be a little different. I would think that sanitary conditions in the field would be far more stringent in static areas. I.E. positions that were occupied for some time, by large groups of forces. The longer units were confined to one area, the greater the need to maintain controlled sanitary conditions. The NA Campaign was marked by sweeping movements and clashes in the open desert. This would mean that some forces were constantly moving, and therefore it was a situation of overnight laagers and then on the move again, or moving at night and laying low in the daytime to avoid observation. Reasonably healthy men, with a decent diet can usually function with minor aggravations such as dysentary or malaria. More dibilitating conditions would mean evacuation to an aid station or hospital of course. Based on the amount of fighting that took place in NA it would seem that both sides had enough men available to kill each other. [ December 07, 2004, 04:12 AM: Message edited by: Nidan1 ]

Eeek!, you have centipedes running around your house? Try them with a little balsamic vinegar and shallots, stir fry about a minute with two tablespoons of peanut oil, and serve over saffron rice....why should the cat get all the nutrition?

Speaking of cranberries......did you upgrade to 1.03 yet, slacker?

stikkypixie , lad I can understand your hatred of all things 37mm (spelt but not bolded), but for God's sake man, to constantly deride your own Leige in such a way, is....well it's just downright ungrateful. (even though it might be true) After all the things I've done for you....raised you from that backwater hell hole know as Belgium, and brought you to the near zenith of fame and recognition in the MBT . Taught you about life, I did....as if you were my own son, clothed you, fed you, instructed you in the ways of Squiredom, and all you can do is mock my CM skills..... well done young stikkypixie , you've been studying your lessons I see.

why don't you see if Tim the Enchanter is available, tie a rope on him, drag him in, and he is yours. Of couse you will have to feed him, and clean up after him as well, but you should be used to the menial and degrading, being that you live in Sweden.

You forget Joey Shmoe believes if he sees a representation of a human on film or whatever he loses his soul or whatever... so I very much doubt he's seen the film but I can tell you know that he is 'unforgiven’ :mad: </font>

Joe did you see "Unforgiven", I picture myself as Little Bill, while you could be English Bob.

Maybe not right off with an Olde One , but how about a Justicar for starters? We could just send Shaw to Conventry until after Christmas, this way we are not obligated to send a card or get him anything!

See Hiram ...you are already falling into the same trap. If you use the Bizzaro World logic, that abounds here, right=wrong and thinking people=fools , therefore the fools are actually the right thinking people . Do you get it now...or do you need me to explain it again?

Since when are right thinking people subject to the whimsey of a fool? What are we coming to?....and all Hortland can do is sigh .

There are two types of fate...the natural and the supernatural.

Emrys , its hard to believe that you were actually born , do you have a navel? or one of those clone thingies on the back of your neck...anyway a very merry unbirthday.

I thought the PF was off linked to another site? Adding my two cents worth of opinion here... I want to say up front, that as a life time wargamer and military history buff (for over forty years), I have found the BFC and CM experience to be thrilling, enlightening, at times frustrating, but always rewarding. In my years of boardgaming, the biggest problem was always finding an opponent, or better yet someone who had the slightest common interest in playing wargames. It always seemed like a solitary hobby, or one that had a very small circle of interest. It was a constant effort to stay on top of the genre by reading and getting involved in groups that promoted war gaming. The advent of the home computer and then the internet increased that circle of interest for me. Playing games on the computer alleviated the constant search for opponents, although the computer opponent was not great, it was always there and never complained. When I discovered CMBO, quite by accident I might add, a whole new world of gaming opened for me. As I have said on this forum before....it was the game I have been waiting for my whole life. The game, plus the involvement on this forum, has filled my life with new interest in wargaming, and as a bonus has introduced me to new friends as well. I enjoy realism and attention to detail as much as the next grog, but at what cost? The playability of the CM series has always been the main attraction for me, and while I can understand the purist argument that everything should be accurate and functional as it was in the real world, I do realize that you are cramming all this information into a series of zeros and ones, that don't always produce the desired result. I have noticed a certain testiness among the forum members and the BFC staff of late. Some of it good-natured kidding, and some of it not. We are all striving for a great product, but at some point, as users of the product we have to step back and let those folks who are actually involved in the production of the game do their thing. I have always gotten the feeling that The BFC boys listened to the community and tried their damnest to incorporate our ideas into their product. I dont think that attitude has changed, although there are some here who might disagree. As for me personally, I continue to play CM games, I have widened my circle of friends to encompass four continents, I will continue to post here, and I still believe that the next iteration of the CM line, whatever one wants to call it, will be the best damned wargame available.

May this be your last!!! Many happy returns, I think.

I hope you all choke on a turkey bone.....you Yanks that is...the rest of you ferriners, choke on whatever it is you shove down you gullets on a normal day.

How about a sing a long of a tune apropos of an Apocalypso !!! Hit it mates!!! This is the end, beautiful friend This is the end, my only friend The end of our elaborate plans The end of everything that stands The end No safety or surprise The end I'll never look into your eyes again Can you picture what will be So limitless and free Desperately in need of some stranger's hand In a desperate land Lost in a Roman wilderness of pain And all the children are insane All the children are insane Waiting for the summer rain There's danger on the edge of town Ride the King's highway Weird scenes inside the gold mine Ride the highway West, baby Ride the snake Ride the snake To the lake To the lake The ancient lake, baby The snake is long Seven miles Ride the snake He's old And his skin is cold The West is the best The West is the best Get here and we'll do the rest The blue bus is calling us The blue bus is calling us Driver, where are you taking us? The killer awoke before dawn He put his boots on He took a face from the ancient gallery And he walked on down the hall He went into the room where his sister lived And then he paid a visit to his brother And then he walked on down the hall And he came to a door And he looked inside Father Yes son? I want to kill you Mother, I want to. . . C'mon baby, take a chance with us C'mon baby, take a chance with us C'mon baby, take a chance with us And meet me at the back of the blue bus This is the end, beautiful friend This is the end, my only friend The end It hurts to set you free But you'll never follow me The end of laughter and soft lies The end of nights we tried to die This is the end