Jim Boggs

Your perceptive powers are so noted! Are you speaking now from experience?

Tell your CEO thank you from me. </font>

What?! Are you saying TOP GUN was anything else than a close-to-life representation of the US Air Farce? You must be kidding. </font>

Mornin Dave Another clean Internet Usage report! For those of you worried about me sacrificing ethics and stuff (yeah, right ), the CEO is only interested in porn downloads. He is concerned some female employee might stumble across some accidently and then run out and hire Beckett to sue us for sexual harassment. He doesn't mind if we check out news sites and such during the day. Let's face it, the GF has the most up-to-date breaking news of any site in Cyberland . So don't worry about me! Axe I got the go ahead for our game this weekend! I'll send you a set-up late tonight! :mad:

London is not in the Med. </font>

Hmmm..... From pictures I have seen, somebody needs to do a Litter Mod.

Snarker I'm an accountant, it's my job to falsify reports! Can you spell E-N-R-O-N? Duh!!!!

Need I say more? Obviously it runs in the family. Michael </font>

GGGRRRRRRR!!! :mad: :mad: :mad:

Okay that's it, forget the seconds, pints, quarts, and litres. There will be doom in your e-mail tonight! :mad:

If the German tanks blew smoke and went into reverse at the same time, then I would suggest you are looking at a movie from our last game :mad: :mad: :mad: Maggot! :mad:

Speaking of which, where is the one who puts Cheery in the Cheery Waffle Thread today? :confused: We didn't get his usual Top of the Morning Post. Of course I blame Snarker for any and all disappearances from this Forum. :mad: :mad:

Hell, he would have no problem shooting both of us. :mad: Rergardless, I choose Keke as my second, as he is clearly the top gun on this Thread and he never sleeps. </font>

Hell, he would have no problem shooting both of us. :mad: Rergardless, I choose Keke as my second, as he is clearly the top gun on this Thread and he never sleeps.

I shall seek special dispensation for one game of CMBB, just for you AXE :mad: Which would you prefer: PzIVF2's or M4A2's. Choose carefully. MAGGOT!!!! :mad: :mad: :mad: And no steppes this time, my tanks will not get bogged. :mad:

ZZZzzzzzzZZZZ***** Huh? What did I miss? Please tell me you're smarter than to take CDV at its word on a release date. </font>

Kinda like wetting the bed...... Regardless, I am truly glad to read of your good fortune.

Speaking of humping furry mammels: Where is that polar bear humping, lute-fish chomping, little ol' winemaker, mike_the_wino? :confused: I would have thought he would have been around to bask in the glory of his recent victory. I can only agree with Teddy that playing the_wino was the most miserable game I have yet participated in. :mad: The constant raining down of artillery turn after turn after turn after turn after turn after turn....(well you get the point) has left a scar that, fortunately will go away on: NOVEMBER 25th, 2003 Oh and for those of you keeping track-the internet usage report was clean as a whistle for yesterday...... BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!!!!!

A Bard's Tale Book Seven-The Ascension to God Hood Chapter Six The eternity of aimless wandering had finally come to an end. His destiny was now clear. The task ahead was, nonetheless, monumental. To achieve the true meaning of his existence he must defeat the immortal Four Horsemen. His stategy was to first dispose of Famine, as he was the one Horseman that had some notion of culture and honor, and this could prove to be difficult to overcome given time to develop. Next would be Pestilence, noted for his wry sense of humor and incredible uniform collection. Hardened by the wintery blasts of his Great White North abode, he would be no easy victim. If by some great gift of Providence he had survived to this point, he would next do battle with War, perhaps the most dangerous opponent yet encountered. Not surprisingly, it would be the one opponent absolutely devoid of humor. Then there would remain but One. The ultimate challenge, the ruler of Hell, the purveyor of one-liners, the bear who licked that again. Or more simply Death himself. The Bard arose and with grim determination writ across his face (spelled properly we might add) he left his modest home, realizing that if or when he should visit it again, it would be with his godhead gripped firmly in his hand! [ November 13, 2003, 09:34 AM: Message edited by: Jim Boggs ]

Yo momma wears flannel underwear. Michael </font>

Hey Axe I thought you said Auntie Hilda was your French Poodle? Hmmmm........ Better not let Xyphorous learn about this!

That explains the suicide note. She said she was really farting. It wasn't an invitation. So sad, really

What exactly does a nuerochemist do? I thought nuero had something to do with the brain or nervous system? Does he make LSD or sumfink?

You guys are being unfair to Patton. That exact same situation has happened to me at the bowling alley on at least two occaisions. Maybe more, but after the first two pitchers of beer, things get a little fuzzy.

The Gnome Late one night, in a southern town A gnome appeared, without a sound He walked into the Dixie Grill and ordered wine, some time to kill But as he sipped his Chardonay his pointy hat began to sway As Bonnie Sue was walking by His pointy hat brushed inner thigh The southern belle let out a moan The gnome stood up, his hat hit home Poor Bonnie Sue both laughed and cried As she let that hat give her a ride Now husband Earl was 6 foot four He kicked that gnome right out the door He chased that gnome all through the night In his F-150 painted white So what, you ask, is the moral here? When in Dixie, please drink beer.