Nidan1

Humbug! You are just an undigested bit of cheese or an underdone potatoe.

MrSpkr, my best wishes and prayers go out to your father.

Not on this side of the continent. I think you are facing east. Try turning 180 and looking west. Sunshine, bright sunshine. 35C tomorrow, off to the beach again. Sigh, holidays. Love 'em. Noba. </font>

Not on this side of the continent. I think you are facing east. Try turning 180 and looking west. Sunshine, bright sunshine. 35C tomorrow, off to the beach again. Sigh, holidays. Love 'em. Noba. </font>

Anyone know the whereabouts of that Aussie pillock Noba ?

No wonder students are shooting each other in Colorado.

Soddball!!!!! :mad: you pommie layabout :mad: . I challenge you to a battle!!! :mad: :mad: You can set it up, QB or scenario on any front you choose!!! :mad: the more TNT, THE BETTER, not that it will help you much as I slap you silly with a dead fish, and then poke holes in your lifeless form with a blunt pole.

Soddball!!!!! :mad: you pommie layabout :mad: . I challenge you to a battle!!! :mad: :mad: You can set it up, QB or scenario on any front you choose!!! :mad: the more TNT, THE BETTER, not that it will help you much as I slap you silly with a dead fish, and then poke holes in your lifeless form with a blunt pole.

Scatpuncher owes me a turn, nonce. I wouldn't be in this cesshole otherwise. :mad: </font>

Hortlund did you leave the trap door open again? Whats up with all these Goodedull creatures roaming about unleashed?

Hi Kitty My poor daughter had to put her cat down on Saturday...it had FIP, and was starting to suffer a bit. It was only two years old and was her "baby". Needless to say she was quite devestated. I never know how to handle myself at times like these, I usually become withdrawn, which I know is the wrong thing to do, especially with women. I attempted to comfort her in my own clumsy style...I figured a big hug would do. She loves cats as well, but has lost three of them in the last few years to cars and now this.

Dear John, I'm sorry to have to tell you this but... {oops, don't like the way that's headed...} booger, I'll have it for you tonight. btw, your mother was right. See what happens when you hang out with people like Seanachai? You end up in places like this. </font>

Uebung macht den Meister

Just realizing this.....eh.. Bard? , too self absorbed (or drunk) to notice until now? What was your first clue? Was it the lack of warmth in your hovel? Did you spot a black bear setting his alarm clock for March?...or tell me, was it the snow that piled up around you until your twelve inch mound of empty wine bottles was covered over? ...and now you want...no demand a human sacrifice...perhaps one the Four Donkey Riders would volunteer to ride off a cliff, oh, you're looking for a human sacrifice. Sorry, can't help you.

So Darwinism has once more made sure that horny idiots will ever be the predominant archetype of our race. /SirReal </font>

"What I a silly thing Love is," said the Student as he walked away. "It is not half as useful as Logic, for it does not prove anything, and it is always telling one of things that are not going to happen, and making one believe things that are not true. In fact, it is quite unpractical, and, as in this age to be practical is everything, I shall go back to Philosophy and study Metaphysics." So he returned to his room and pulled out a great dusty book, and began to read.

It may not be that easy to identify...it could refer to Boo_Radley's bedroom.

Well, after I finish making swiss cheese out of your Russian armor, and squashing Russian Infantry like little bugs. We could move to the desert, where I can make swiss cheese out of your Australian tanks, and squash your Australian infantry like little bugs, while they are screaming "we're surrounded mates, let's get the 'ell out a 'ere, whirr all gonna die"!!!! Look after that cold mate, wouldnt want you sneezing on to your monitor.

"Death is a great price to pay for a red rose," cried the Nightingale, "and Life is very dear to all. It is pleasant to sit in the green wood, and to watch the Sun in his chariot of gold, and the Moon in her chariot of pearl. Sweet is the scent of the hawthorn, and sweet are the bluebells that hide in the valley, and the heather that blows on the hill. Yet Love is better than Life, and what is the heart of a bird compared to the heart of a man?"

That's got nothing to do with being a hippy....must be some of that Marine conditioning resurfacing.

.....And now for some "Tales from the Front" Noba: Has made himself a scourge again, by rushing his nimble little T-34s at my monstrously slow Panthers, cruely ganging up on them, and blasting them to pieces. Lars Hides in and behind heated buildings while my forces must cross hundreds of meters of flat open, frozen steppe, he is a bastiche. Leeo Timidly approaches up a single road, while my men lie in wait, anxiously, with fingers on triggers. Boo_Radley charges bravely across the steppe, but he will die as he always does. Speedy: Is desperate to break my iron defense, he will fail miserably, as do all Aussies. Hortlund: Has gone missing again. Aces_and_8s His Russians cower in their foxholes, as the German juggernaut slowly prepares to grind them into chutney.

Tales from New York: ONCE upon a time two poor Woodcutters were making their way home through a great pine-forest. It was winter, and a night of bitter cold. The snow lay thick upon the ground, and upon the branches of the trees: the frost kept snapping the little twigs on either side of them, as they passed: and when they came to the Mountain-Torrent she was hanging motionless in air, for the Ice-King had kissed her. So cold was it that even the animals and the birds did not know what to make of it. 'Ugh!' snarled the Wolf, as he limped through the brushwood with his tail between his legs, 'this is perfectly monstrous weather. Why doesn't the Government look to it?'

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I told you not to keep the fox pee next to the Nyquil.

You do know what that will do to your cholesteral levels?