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stikky, where art thou? I might send a turn tomorrow, or not. Who knows what the future will bring, especially when someone who's shorter and yet more whiney than a banjo goes around declaring "Abomination this and abomination that"? The least he could do is sing us a Bic Runga song. I am also beginning to wander about this whole dropping of godhood thing. Does it mean that whatever our dear Gnome was trying to compensate for, when he declared himself a deity, has recently been surgically corrected?

Aaaah aaam a maaaaan of constant sorroooooow I've seen trouble all of my days I bid farewell to old Kentucky The place where I was born and raised All through this earth I'm bound to ramble Through storm and wind, through sleet and rain I'm bound to ride that Northern railroad Perhaps I'll take the very next train For six long years I've been in trouble No pleasure here on earth I've found For in this world I'm bound to ramble I have no friends to help me now It's fare you well, my own true lover I never expect to see you again For I'm bound to ride that northern railroad Perhaps I'll take the very next train Your friends they say that I'm a stranger You'll never see my face no more There is just one promise that's given We'll meet on God's golden shore I am a man of constant sorrow I've seen trouble all of my days I'm going back to California The place where I was partly raised

We all blame your parents, Koldbum. Why couldn't they have used contraception?

Kobal, I heard that putting tinfoil around the nads of your tank personel before getting them to drive through a minefield may help avoid painful injury. Of course, once they see the tinfoil come out, they'll know you probably want them to drive through a minefield and will likely head in the opposite direction.

That is where the sentence should have ended. At least that's where it would have ended in my case. That goddam place is far too clean and cheery for my liking. Needs a bit more faeces smeared over the wafflemaker. Speaking of faeces, whatever happened to Floppyblob?

You heard the thing - Grogybob is waiting. Bring it a warm milk bottle and a new diaper before it starts making those siren noises and blowing spit bubbles again. But watch out... oh wait, most of you are used to things crapping on you... never mind.

Too much frog pillock, not enough Sky Kitty.

Since when are frogs classified as human? I will give you exactly what you deserve

Am I the only person to notice that Boo should have ended up with a much more suitable and insignificant last name - "spore"?

I don't know. Sounds like sledgehammering gnats. Sounds fun. </font>

Whilst cursing in Russian is like slowly and repeatedly driving a potatoe harverster over your oponent and dusting them with salt in between trips.

Sig material, both of those.

How dare you, whose nation's greatest military leader was only tall enough to serve as coffee table on a submarine, insult the great Russian language? Not only is it the most descriptive language in the world, with the highest number of adjectives, but it is also the most versatile language to swear in, ty trimandobljadskii-pizdoprojobistyi'-gnidopodobnyi'-v-zhopu-ebushii'sja-hue-pidaro-gandon!

"Drinking vodka without beer = throwing money to the wind" - Russian proverb

Riiiight, and, of course, you have no WMD's hidden anywhere, do you? After Lars turns you into a bumbling, drooling idiot with his sick mindgames and I have finished off my tactical withdrawal from the battle with stikky, I might give you a game. Something horrible, perhaps something cooked up by ruin. Also, Jimmaeh I have owed you a set-up for a while. Does it have to be CMAK? I would much rather play CMBB, but the choice is up to you.

You're losing then, I take it? It's good to see the SSN learning a thing or two about hatred.

Too much information. BTW, if it makes you feel any better, the hatred is mutual. What we need to inspire new A-grade hatred is our own, private MBT-only round of Crackdom with no alliances. Alternatively, we could just kick Seanachai in the fork repeatedly until he spews up enough hate for us all.

Insert yet another witty, yet hardly funny remark making fun of the poor German sods here.

Someone post already so that we can move onto the next page where the oversize picture can be duly quoted to annoy the Olde Ones and make them run circles around me viciously.

Before stikky beats me to it: I am an annoying no-turn sending pillock who prefers to whore it up on the MBT (and it will always be here) when everyone else is asleep. Speaking of Vodka, I tried the new 42BELOW Manuka Honey Vodka on the weekend - it was beautiful stuff!

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Inspirational, rleete truly inspirational. With any luck, the Church of Seanachai will attempt to declare you anathema, and we can all come to the ceremony, laugh and throw rotten apples at the Gnome.

I suggest you check out your computer for dead rodents. Failing that, if you still detect funny odours over e-mail, I suggest you seek professional help.

Aren't you supposed to be asleep? I refuse to send a turn until my oponnent is well rested and cannot use fatigue as an excuse for marching his infantry into ambush after ambush.

So, Big Gay Al finally gave up his job at the animal sanctuary in Southpark? I wouldn't poke those girls with a stick, on closer examination they might turn out to be golden retrievers with one too many nips and tucks.