v42below

You forgot about the Space Lobsters of Doom

Happy Birthday, rune. Hopefully this new year of your life will bring you more misery and hatred than all the previous ones added up. Let's hope you then bring it all to the Pool and really let it loose.

She wore Blueeeeeeeeeeeeeeee Velvet......... Can anyone figure out the connection? BTW Sir v42 that should be Hoose of Pawbroon </font>

Why thank you, thank you very much. I'm sure the ladies (not the Ladies of the Pool, mind you - I could never hope to win their favour) will find me all the more attractive now that I'm a Knight, and will surely overlook the missing ear. It'll also be quite handy being able to turn my deaf side to them, should they start nagging.

No way am I wasting money on airfares to Germany and the US simply to brutally murder someone who has barely reached drinking age. Furthemore, with the post 9/11 security measures in place it will be incredibly difficult to smuggle a head, no matter how tiny and insignificant, through customs. Add to this the fact that I have already fulfilled my quest and have commanded and fought alongside Cesspool Knights in many a victorious battle for the glory of the Pool, I would have thought that my bill is fully paid and I have proven myself worthy. However, that is only my own self-interested view, which I am sure some will contradict. All I ask is that you disregard the self-interested views of the other Squires, Serfs and SSN's. I shall await with patience any decision the Knights, Ladies, Olde Ones and the Justicar may collectively arrive at and shall abide by it. After all, I love the BOOT as much as the next Squire, but not when I'm gettting it from every Knight and Lady simultaneously.

Joe, joE, jOe, JOE! I must assume there are a few of you, given that you insist on referring to yourself in the plural. Of course the definition is from the 1913 dictionary. After all, the original use of the word was in YOUR post. Was it not a reasonable expectation, I ask you, that this person: was using the word in it's last century meaning? Oh ... sorry, that's one of those rhetorical questions isn't it?* * Note the question mark, Joe, you're the one who made a point of needing one at the end of a rhetorical question in the first place.

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How appropriate that the buttocks go to the Justicar.

Mmmmmmm....crisps are goooooood....the fat, salty, crunchy goodness as you crunch down on them...the light yet satisfying feeling as you digest them...the cholesterol sticking to your veins...ahem. Why yes thank you I'd love some. And for those of you that want to be amused, here's Seanachai talking about his caffeine addiction: http://www.illwillpress.com/doc.html

Where's the Black Flag when you need it? The damn flies around here are getting huge. I mean come on, almost four centimetres? Hopefully it will land on stikky, attracted by the foul smell, and die a hungry death as it attempts to break free of the mucus... edited so that I can justify putting "editorial experience" on my resume. [ January 21, 2005, 02:37 PM: Message edited by: v42below ]

The Fall of the Mighty – an AAR of stikkypixie vs. v42below Woe onto the sons of the Motherland for they have failed to heed wise comrade Stalin’s words – “P’josh’ tormoznuju zhidkost’ – fil’trui’ cherez hleb i marlju!” (“If you’re going to dring braking liquid, filter it through bread and gauze first!” rus.) It was a sad day indeed when a small recon company penetrated deeply behind German lines seizing a crucial bridgehead, but finding itself cut off from the main forces. The orders from Stavka were clear – not a step back, hold the bridgehead at all costs. Knowing that a large detachment of crack Italian troops *pause for mandatory laughter*, supported by artillery and light armour was on the way, the Russians dug in, ready to stand to the death. Hindering them was a lack of armour and anti tank assets in general. The moderately forested terrain lent itself well to ambushes which the Russians promptly set up. Having satisfied themselves that they have only a few hours left to live, they promptly cracked open their emergency braking liquid supplies and set about *getting the mood right for the battle*. The beginning of the battle was promising, partly due to the fact that half of my troops had gone blind and could not see the enemy, which made them truly fearless, and partly because of the Italians unloading a full arty barrage onto the rabbits chewing their grass at the victory locations, followed by the hapless Bersaglieri platoons marching right into several ambushes. They then burnt as they ran – my ampulomet taking picks at routing squads. However, my BA-6s were no match for stikky’s L6/40s and bravely fell one by one. Reinforcements trickled through, but to no avail as the Italian armour asserted a stranglehold on the map. With my last anti tank AFV’s gun damaged, the Italian tankettes took over, shooting up my squads at leisure. Yet the Russians refused to run. Mostly because some of them were already dead from blood poisoning, while others were simply too drunk to realize the end was nigh. My only consolation is that knowing how sharp stikky's intelect truly is - he will soon be consuming what's left of the "neat Russian vodka we captured". This should make my revenge all the easier.

Why am I not bolded all of a sudden? I request, nay demand an explanation. I will not be bolding Shaw until a suitable explanation is provided, Gawd knows he does enough bolding through the natural course of things...

Dame una!

He hates and therefore he's Peng! <font size=1>*blush* Will you sign my t-shirt? It's for my... errr... brother... that's right my brother, which I have always had...his name is...Bob..but it's spelled v-4-2-b-e-l-o-w. Russian spelling...I know it's weird...</font> BTW I am out of favour with the Queen so do you worst. I await your hateful remarks with interest and, of course, notepad and pen at the ready!

Dear Captian NinnyPants: Just how effing dumb are you? As dumb as a termite ridden fence post? As dumb as a quart of warm spit? Or are you as dumb as a pack of Camel No Filters? What our good friend MrMeeks was decrying - you effing idiot bastard - was our other good friend Elvis's tardiness in Wanking the thread. Page 3! It took Elvis the incredible wanking carboy THREE PAGES to enter and Wank in please. That is how dumb you are. You are too dumb to understand something so patently obvious to even the most casual underpants gnome breeding nitwit. You are bereft of brain. Please die a lot now. </font>

I demand a recount! Those overseas points will be coming in any day now and they will all be for me, I tells ya! I'm actually amazed how well I did considering how badly I was outgunned. Throwing away a platoon of my tankettes early on in the game didn't help. From what I see on the map you had only one fully functional AFV left in the end that had a good barrel on it. Those Anti-tank rifles turned out not to be as bad as I thought. Seems they disabled a lot of your vehicles through casualties rather than knockouts. You've proven too sticky for me this time, but I shall have my revenge. Your dangly bits will hang from the rear view mirror of my Chaika! Give me a week or so to pick a set up for your doom.

Don't be silly, clearly - this is page 4.

22 posts in four and a half years? This one truly is the definition of "slow".

Oftentimes when I lurk here I wonder, how many people read the Cesspool for amusement? If only we had a "views" counter, then we'd know. I'm sure the Olde Ones would puff up with pride and pop. Of course it could be that no-one other than us reads this crap... Mmmmmm...sweet...hateful...spiteful...despicable crap that is the Pool, oh how I love thee. Hmmm....where was I? Roight! Anyways, I dare the lurkers of the Pool to give us a sign - post if only to say "I lurk here!". <font size=1>The above post is the result of intoxication (much like the conception of most of the Pool's residents) resulting from half a bottle of armagnac. The poster bears no responsibilty for and does not necessarily agree with the views expressed in the above post.</font>

Can you let him know I'm looking for him? The brother owes me five dollars.

Indeed, I have had several of these over the last few days. login...password...no turn from you. There must be a glitch in the matrix. Either that or there will be one when I thump you upside the head, should a turn not be forthcoming. </font>

Indeed, I have had several of these over the last few days. login...password...no turn from you. There must be a glitch in the matrix. Either that or there will be one when I thump you upside the head, should a turn not be forthcoming.

It is now 27 Celsius with a few clouds appearing on the horizon. The northerly has picked up a bit, but is nothing to worry about. We will be back with another update in half an hour. Please stay tuned!

26 Celsius and not a cloud in the sky - downtown Wellington. I think I'm going to get away from the office early and head for the beach.

A gnome nailing a bunny? Some really sick people would pay big bucks to see that! ...why is every body looking at me? *backs out of the room slowly*