Aces_and_8's

Take that back! I'm surly, grouchy, sarcastic, caustic, brooding, misanthropic and dour but I am not lovely!! :mad: :mad: :mad: </font>

I blame too much time with entirely too little to do.

I expect to expectorate on your expectations. </font>

I would suspect in your case, this post would be an example of Over-Achieving </font>

That...or you just got engaged. Who can tell, but just in case...CONGRATULATIONS!!!!

Under achiever... til death too much of a stretch?

They are not "COWERING" fool!!! They are merely reserving their fusilade for a better opportunity. I need something more than pebbles to throw at that battalion of dwarves, dressed in feldgrau, and sullying the soil of the Motherland with their nasty little jack booted feet, "IF" they ever reach my lines prior to having heart attacks or the end of the war! BTB, anyone have a Comissar currently unassigned. I seem to have a need. (Edited: Because I hit the wrong damn button) [ December 09, 2003, 12:48 PM: Message edited by: Aces_and_8's ]

Really? Wow. News to me. </font>

Ah good...I currently have 3 scenarios, the only hitch is I have to play the Germans. Not sure if this is good or bad. Anyway, they are, and in no particular order: DZ-XRay , Street without Joy , and Hell in a Very Small Place . I await your selection.

Oh alright...if it helps I will only bring 5 gallons (1 for use, the other 4 to just...erm...look at). MAGGOTS!!! :mad:

Give it some time. I can always go back and poke the bear a leetle later.

Mi'Lady, Phase II of the OP is complete. Now its just a matter of seeing who bites.

- Walks in with pack over right shoulder...*Sniff*... Looks around room; focuses on dark corner and sees multiple beady little eyes staring back......Fantastic... Drops ruck places hands on knees addresses assembled Wafflers - Why hello there, you must be the Cherry Wafflers I have heard so much about. No need to be shy, but if you insist on staying in the dark, so be it. First an introduction then on to my purpose. I am Aces_and_8's. I came over from the good side of town, better known as the PENG, Cesspool, etc. (choose your favorite) Every now and again, we like to come down from on high, see how our poorer cousins are doing, then cull the heard...so to speak. Which brings me to my next point, my purpose for visiting. Well, I have been sent forth to challenge one, some, or all of you to a PBEM, CMBB or CMAK (your choice), bat you smartly about the head and shoulders, and return so those of my ilk can have a good chuckle about the sound thrashing delivered to one, some, or all of you. Now, we do enjoy proposing these challenges in a verbose and entertaining manner, and I had drafted one the likes of which would have made angels weep, but alas, I decided against issuing it. First: One must be understood by his audience. It just would not do having all of you standing about, scratching your bums, and asking... "Whad'he say?!?." Second: Because you all are just one step removed from single celled organisms, calling into question your manhood, relative levels of intelligence, tactical acumen, or genetic heritages (where none actually exist), in the greater scheme of things, would have been like pissing into hurricane force winds...You see my problem? So, simplify I did. Now, while some of my erstwhile brothers and sisters in that Beverly Hills of threads, consider you beneath contempt, not worth spitting on, and wouldn't give you a pot to piss in, I am here as proof positive that this is not a universally held belief... - *HHAAAWWRRRKKK PPTOOOEY*... Hears tiny anguished scream of "MY EYE, MY EYE"... Rummages through ruck......AHA!... Chucks iron kettle into corner...hears satisfying crunch of little bones - You see, we're not all so bad. So... - Removes steel gauntlet from right hand and whirls toward corner...*Whack*...*Whack*...*Whack*...followed by impish..."Ow!"..."Ow!"..."Ow!"...gauntlet returns to right hand like a boomerang. - Listen up ya snivelling maggots!!! I just got back from COSTCO and have the Kirkland 10 gallon Bucket 'O' Whoopass ready to be released upon the sorry little excuses that laughingly pass for your lives!!! To quote the ever popular Ash ..."Who wants some?..Ya wanna little?..Huh?..Well, do ya!?!" :mad: I've got a never ending torrent of angst and hatred to release upon your heads and the dams about to burst! :mad: The heat of the desert, along the cobblestones of the Appian Way, or the frozen steppes of Russia, it matters not, all will fall before my wrath!!! As I urinate on the still smoking corpses of your troops, I will reflect on what a great deal that 10 gallons was then marvel at how much is leftover. Now, BRING IT!!! :mad: :mad: :mad:

Whoops...* BOOT *...nearly fell off page 1.

Agreed...It was a hoot, from setting up the BOF to racing pell mell across the open ground to the tower and other intermediate objectives. Loved it.

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Sara who?

Yes m'lady, both were received and safely enconsed upon my hard drive. I have also drafted the challenge and am awaiting the appropriate moment to post it...need the excitement over CMAK to die down a bit. Monday should be good, I doubt they will be able to maintain their focus, sacrifice of first borns, burning of animal entrails, dancing in goat skin leggings, or whatever it is that they do in celebration any longer than that. [ December 05, 2003, 08:29 PM: Message edited by: Aces_and_8's ]

Bloody jar-heads, when you're trying to tell them something you have to pound it into them with a bit of 4-by-2. A Marine on an Army base, and you're not complaining? Next you'll be telling us how much you idolise the air force, and how much you really wish you were a sailor. Mace </font>

You forgot to add building enough centrifigul force through a gentle swirling of the container thereby creating enough energy to overcome the coefficient of ice-cube stickiness which is directly related to the total volume of ice-cubes remaining in the bottom of the glass (more cubes=less stickiness... for whatever reason, ice-cubes defy Newton's Laws, go figure)and affected by the atomic makeup of the container itself (is it a glass, minimal impact; or plastic cup, maximum impact) and maintaining this energy throughout until said container can be raised to a level allowing the cube to attain escape velocity

Can I discuss how much I hate the last ice-cube in the bottom of a glass and how trying to get it out can be compared to getting rid of the Aussies...nigh impossible. Mace its on, not for, a not so subtle difference.

Oh...*sniff*...that's right...*giggle*...you're the one who asked...*snicker*...for CMAK from Santa...*guffaw*

Ah, the few, the proud, the easily hampered by inclement weather...THE MARINES! </font>

Heh...I just got one too, a day after receipt. McAfee didnt sniff anything strange out though.

Aaaahhh...here's to snow and force protection. Base closed, so merrily I will sit in front of the comp for the remainder of the day slaughtering things under the North African sun. Nidan where the heck are we, did I send a turn last or you? If it was you, send it again, I seemed to have misplaced it or somefink.