Aces_and_8's

As the proud lady of my former leige, I welcome you to our humble digs. I am sure that Boo has told you nothing but wonderfull things about me, and anything that wasnt entirely wonderful is probably a rant caused by the fish chowder between his ears, and the fact that he cannot beat me in a game of CM. Please accept my humblest of sympathies. </font>

I cannot believe it is snowing this freakin much this early in the year. It will definitely be a royal pain in the derierre getting to work today. Welcome SheWhoMustBeObeyed, it is a pleasure having you aboard the SS Looney Bin. I hear they have shuffleboard and a buffet on the Lido deck, but have yet to locate either. Most here are harmless, but just the same, I wouldn't recommend standing too close to the cage, at least not within arms distance. If something untowardly should occur, just put Boo's favorite Shoot Me First t-shirt on him and push him out in front. He seems to be able to weather alot of damage. Cheers!

I'm sorry, are you talking to me? In that tone? I'd say the quality of the squires around here is depressing indeed. Where is the wit, where is the panache, where is the quality? Its bad...bad I tell you. How bad? First, imagine getting stuck at work doing three extra hours of unpayed overtime just because some idiot forgot to tell you about an important deal that has to be prepared before tomorrow....Then he calls you at 5 pm and tell you the good news. Then after spending three hours writing that horribly horribly boring paper, your computer crashes, and the auto recovery wont work, so you have to start all over again. But thats only the beginning...THEN, after spending those extra six hours at work, you come home and find your wife in bed with some guy. Not only that, but the guy turns out to be the same guy who beat you up in school twice a week. Now he looks at you with a smile that brings back all those moments of agony and pain from your youth. Your wife has a breakdown and admits that that guy is the father of "your" two kids because she never wanted to have kids with you so she made damn sure to have protection everytime you had sex, but made sure to get pregnant with that guy instead, because she has always loved him. And now she wants a divorce. Yeah, pretty bad, but still not bad enough. No, its worse, like if you would leave the house after that and go down to the pub to get stinking drunk. After spending a couple of hours doing nothing but downing shooters and tequila, a really good looking girl comes up to you and she starts rubbing herself against you. So you stand there at the bar making out with this woman, when the bartender takes you aside and whispers "doesnt that "woman" have a rather large adams-apple?" Alright, so after spending 6 extra hours at work, finding out your wife has been cheating on you for the past two years, and you are not the father of your kids, and after spending 45 mins making out with a guy at your favourite bar, you decide to go home. But on the way home you are abducted by space aliens. They whisk you out into space in their fancy ship and then they remove all your clothes and lock in some bent over position to a metal table. Then they spend hours experimenting with their newest anal-probe. Then they return you to your house, but they forget to do that "erase-memory"-thingy they always do, AND they forget to remove the anal probe. So now you have to call the paramedics and ask for help to remove some metallic thing from your ass "because the aliens left it there". Then at the hospital they remove the probe and it turns out that the newest model alien anal probe looks exactly like a spoon. So now you are getting weird looks from the doctors who are asking themselves "so why did this guy shove a spoon up his ass?" THAT bad. Now Shoosh. </font>

Try not to injure yourself. Perhaps you should have an adult (or maybe someone in the Navy, if all else fails) help you with any sharp objects. Steve </font>

MUWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!! Its arrived...arrived I say! Now to unwrap the cellophane and get to loading.

No, I checked and there is no one named "Pillock" in the manual. Dont you owe me a turn btw? </font>

... I suspect he'll be challenged enough simply by remembering to press "GO" each turn, which, as we all know, represents the level of tactics employed by the Marines. Joe </font>

Copy all and on the way... :cool: :mad: :eek: <----Smiley test fire, just to make sure I can communicate with the little knuckleheads.

Tryptophan poisoning... *cough* ...Can't keep eyes open... *wheeze* ...Must unbutton top button of pants, but too weak... *gasp* ...Need oxygen... *uurrrp* ...Should have worn... SWEATPANTS.

I'm not a great fan myself... But Brown Eyed Girl is a fav from years back and brings back nice memories.. *Sigh* So you can rest easy.... This Time </font>

Dame Kitty, you've returned thank heavans *executes appropriate forms of obeissance and groveling* this lowly one awaits your guidance. The dust has settled, its amazing how you can go from villain to hero with a simple phrase such as: "Its ok honey, we'll just order a pizza." Politeness has been restored. Happy Thanksgiving to all the US types out there, and even the non-US types. Got 20lbs of bird burning in the oven and am prepping the dull knives for my annual hack job. Each year, I like to reflect on what I am most thankful for, and each year its the same...So, here's to the Church of England. Thanks for being so lax that my forefathers decided to pull chalks, go elsewhere, and birth this wonderous holiday. Now, time to go find some pants a couple sizes too big and empty out my hollow leg, by the smell of things, I will need all the space I can get.

Pull pin...throw holiday stress grenade...CRAP!..Short fuze.

Muwahahahaha!!! I have 3 words and a gesture for you runt...Nanner, nanner, nanner...ppphhhhffffttttt. No time for anything more creative, CINCHOUSE is on the warpath about somefink and the yungens have scattered heading for the high ground, leaving me all alone on the FEBA. Best I join them under the bed otherwise my new found station as Squire to Berli will be very short-lived. DOWN WITH THE WAFFLERS!!!

Young doofus a floater Rejected scum from sewer pit shove off back there dork Hey this is easy!! </font>

Foetid Breath from whence Herold of Waffle demise An ill wind doth blow For time is fleeting The Waffle's days are numbered The Pool will survive

Hmmm...Its like history repeating itself. 230 years ago you have a looney Englishmen and all his lemming buddies beaching themselves, now the whales...the wonders never cease to amaze.

Wow, I've always wanted to be carminative. Maybe I'll wait just to be as carminative as I can be. Noba, I always remember you as funny-looking. Are you still funny-looking, Noba? </font>

sigh... yet another sign that the end times are upon us and that the 4 Horsemen of the Apocalypso will soon be making that little "writing" gesture in the air over their heads as they call the waiter to bring them their check at the end of the universe dinner we all call life...or somefink... because is it not written: "And in the end times, that what was gone will come back for awhile and caper and gibe and generally annoy the bejeesers out of all right minded folk and all who are near will grow sad, or corn, depending upon their needs..." </font>

Just curious, wouldn't the correct thing to do be to yell "STOP"? That's the drill up here. We had a sergeant in a Winnipeg based unit have part of his finger jammed in the Venturi lock of the Carl Gustav; he was number two on the weapon on the range. (Don't ask me how he got his finger caught, I wouldn't have thought it possible, but I hear this from reliable sources...) The drill on the range is to shout STOP if there is any problem - livestock on the range, aircraft overhead, personnel in the backblast zone, whatever. Sergeant forgot all his training and yells out "Don't Fire!" The gunner only heard one word. Guess which one it was? </font>

Oh yeah, the topic. I would think that it would be possible to fire one of these weapons from an enclosed space but only with the understanding that the crew actually checked to make sure there was someplace for the back blast to go. Is it modeled in CMBB/CMBO so that green crews have a higher incidence of hurting themselves then say regular/veteran/elite? Also, if your prepared defensively (and I mean a deliberate vice hasty defense) would it not be possible to clear holes in walls behind the crews to allow for gasses/pressure to escape?

Ahh - that made me chuckle. The British Army's current LAW is obviously a cousin, in rocket motor terms, to the SMAW. I've never fired it myself just sat next to one as safety supervisor with double ear defence and a respirator on. I thought that I'd died when the main round went off. And the smoke it produces - you can barely tell if you hit anything! An incredibly noisy way to attract a lot of attention toward yourself I thought at the time. I think that the older rocket motors were a bit more gentlemanly. More 'whooz' than the 'bang' of the modern motors: the dear old 66mm LAAW was a lot less intimidating for the firer. But I still wouldn't want to fire one indoors... </font>

Hmmm...I thought they were peanuts.

Sven, Can you email me the link to the site where you pulled those pictures, it looks like a good one for a conversion job on a bren carrier model.

Oh...there's actually a member with the username Lars posting here??? I thought it was a pseudonym for Seanachai when he was at his least creative or just being lazy

Maybe you should try an engine racing like it going through a load test, stops for a second as the crew throws it in reverse, then gets lower as they dig themselves in deeper while trying to rock it out. Once firmly stuck a voice is heard, "Get our freakin wingman on the net, get his ass over here, and tell him to make sure his winch works." [ November 20, 2003, 07:50 PM: Message edited by: Aces_and_8's ]