Aces_and_8's

Excuuuuuuuse me! ,oh wait...thats not ORIGINAL...hold it, its coming......let me think, its tough, I do nor posess the wit or obvious command of words of Aces_and's, something fresh, says he....hmmmmmmm, OK...Well laddie since I am the Knight here, that might surprise you...but deal with it....and you are also junior to me in the Corps, and not worthy to lick the offal from my jungle boots...and thirdly because I am home on disability and not up to my usual original self...why don't you send me a setup? if you can figure out the intricacies of PBEM, and shut your clacker long enough to accomplish that feat. I'll play a QB or premade scenario, I'll be the Germans, all other details I'll leave in your hands....why does that worry me? </font>

Say what you will about the Air Farce, Squids, Octopii, or other spineless lifeforms you find here, but there's no cause for insulting the Cub Scouts like that!!! </font>

Say what you will about the Air Farce, Squids, Octopii, or other spineless lifeforms you find here, but there's no cause for insulting the Cub Scouts like that!!! </font>

Thank you kindly. Point of order however, suh. Wouldn't there be a pre-requisite of rudimentary skill in reading for the oaf to actually be able to take on such a challenging tasker? I have it on good authority, he dictates to a chimp whom, in actuality, is the brains of the outfit, converting his blithering into something intelligeable and, at times, passingly humorous for posting. But, you're the boss. tinky_winky as soon as I get out of this hell-hole laughingly called an office, your setup will be launched. Berli accepted and will soon be OTW. Wildman ...Wildman...hmmm...why does that name...oh, I know. You're the one the Aussie's were yukking it up about. I think the statement was, "being passed around like a matressed backed Koala whore". Lookee here sunny Jim, why don't you go crawling back to that empty space, just like your head, called Minot, ND. Then, you and your AirFarce buddies can trade excuses as to why you decided to join a service just one step removed from the cubscouts, and cry in your cups of self-loathing about the day the Marine recruiter took one look at you and laughed.

1910 Manual for Army Cooks Recipe no. 251 Yield: 60 men Portion: not given INGREDIENTS WEIGHTS MEASURES Chipped beef 15 lb Fat, butter preferred Flour, browned in fat 1 lb, 1-1/4 lb Evaporated milk, 12 oz can ParsleyPepper 1/4 oz, 2 cans 1 bunch Beef stock 6 qt Method: Melt the fat in the pan, and add the flour; when it has been cooked a few minutes, add the milk, dissolved in the beef stock, or water. Stir the batter in slowly to prevent lumping, and then add the beef. Cook a few minutes, add the parsley, and serve on toast. Notes: If the beef is very salty, it should be scalded before cooking. *Walks to lectern…taps on mic* Testing, testing…1,2…1,2. OOOOOOld Maaan Riiivaaar…Hey! Is this freakin thing on? Thanks. sherli , please sit up straight, put the cap next to your chair on…yes, the one that has DUNCE printed on it. Of course you can keep it after this is over. No need to grovel, just sit still, pay attention, and pull your finger out of your nose. Yes! both nostrils are off limits...Christ on a crutch. Now direct your attention to the above recipe…Yummm! Brings a tear to your eye don’t it? Fond memories of the masses querying…’What the hell is this stuff?’…*sniff*…Memmm-or-riiiiiiiiies. Enough of this tripe and down to the task at hand. My presentation and appointed duty this day, as issued by rune, was to take the time out of my busy schedule to counsel one member (a being of lesser intellect, slow child, *insert favorite derogatory comment here*, etc. {yes, at times, Darwinism does fail us, or Darwin didn’t take into account the benefits of hiding under a rock for a lifetime}) of this board, gerli . His trespass…an assault and continued railing against the fabulous, aforementioned tasty treat, Creamed Chipped Beef on Toast, assigning it the childish, immoral, amoral, shortsighted, and just downright nasty reference…SOS (**** on a shingle). Now, I don’t know about you, herli , but the mere utterance of “Creamed Chip Beef on Toast” makes my little heart go pitter-patter and mouth salivate. As to the origins of this delicious masterpiece, sadly, that is lost to antiquity. However, in my minds eye, I see Brits (from the days of yore’) sitting around a stove (or campfire), ruining a perfectly good side of beef (as usual), and a group of French prisoners (as usual), adding a light cream (cream from cow’s milk you perv; get your lackluster, infirm mind out of the gutter) creating this culinary work of art…which just goes to prove, two negatives can make a positive, or two groups of idiots working closely together can come up with at least one good idea…All you Aussies and New Zealanders should take note and give it a go, you may surprise us and yourselves one day…may. As far as the origin of SOS, heh, I know it wasn’t you, twerli, Who coined the enduring, yet false, nome de guerre…you just ain’t that clever (wasn’t anyone from Kansas either, clever being bred out of them a long time ago in favor of the ability to stare for long stretches of time, off into the distance, pondering…nothing {again, another case for revisiting Darwin’s theories and adjusting…somefink} but I digress). Somewhere, in that empty space residing between your ears, you have latched onto it as being not only a proper term, but the preferred term. I am here to tell you that it is neither! In no way does dung, runny or otherwise, blanketed over a piece of warm, dried bread, make for a wholesome delicious meal or excited about the prospects of…seconds. A meal that you just can’t help but lick the plate clean and rush back to the head of the line pleading…with eyes downcast and plate forward…“Please suh, may I have some more”…Now, I consider myself a hep-cat, up on the times, a man of the 21st Century. So, if eating feces on a cracker is your gig, by all means, have at it, but don’t bring down the one and only work of note created by the ‘Brench’, just because there are too many syllables for you to remember, its proper title too long for your intellectual shortcomings and attention span, or because, when you say ‘SOS’, and think about its meaning, it makes you giggle like a leeetle school girl. Proper term for a proper meal…get onboard. Your dismissed. Oh, and the nose goblins resting so casually under your seat...removed prior to your departing the area. I dont care if they are your special friends and talk to you, they have to go. Now get to it. [ November 04, 2003, 06:09 PM: Message edited by: Aces_and_8's ]

Kansas...hmmmm...didn't we drop you guys back to territory status a few years back? Oh well, no matter, I hear the plan is to sell you to Canada in the near future. More worthless area to add to what already amounts to nothing other than a desert with perma-frost. No great loss. Come on...I will help ya out, sing with me, 'OOOHHHH KAAAANUUUDAAAA, hmmmm, hmmmm, hmmmm, hmmmm'. See, its easy. They purposely wrote it that way so simpletons, such as yourself, could easily climb aboard and join in the fun. Hey, if you play your cards right, Kansas could be the new Canadian vacation paradise. The Canada Keys...kinda sings, don't it? Now, what was the other drivel that spewed forth from the nasty hole in the middle of your face?...Ah yes. The purpose behind the Marine Corps not having its own strat-lift (that's moving things and people from one place to another place far, far away) is two fold. 1. They need jobs for the Squids and the Air Farce (Read: Taxi driver. The Air Farce is closest to taking this to heart with their silly little greyhound bus driver uniforms. The squids run a close second with their insistence on dressing up like 'Good Humor' men.) 2. Limit our options for movement, and we can't take over. The Army? The only thing the Army does for the Marine Corps is provide us with comic relief. Now my miniscule_refueler friend, I have a challenge for you...*reaches for glove, strikes tiny_tanker repeateadly about the head and shoulders, dumps ball bearings out*...leave the penis pump where its at, you can pick that up later along with your teeth. I am thinking PBEM at 10 paces. Because I am an officer, and by virtue of my office, also a gentleman, I will allow you to choose the venue, whether it be meeting engagement, assault, delay, breakout from encirclement, etc. I will also give you the opportunity to choose your side and year in which this fracas will occur. I myself am kinda fond of both MOUT and armored reconnaissance/counter-reconnaissance battles. I can send you a setup or will receive yours. I await your answer. INFLATE IT??? Goddammit. *stomps away grumbling to self* [ November 04, 2003, 12:11 AM: Message edited by: Aces_and_8's ]

Must start with courtesies, so greetings and salutations etc., to Queenie. Love ya work... Ooh, this guy has wit. Well more than Tiny Tinker anyway. But reminds me of every officer I've ever come across... a FONC. </font>

*Slaps hands together and rubs vigorously* Right, let's get to it... MACE Tell me again who pulled your cord and you may not; however, I am in a generous mood and will answer your inane question. No, but peeing on an electric fence after forcing two canteens of water is. Care to try? Scratch that. Wouldn't want you frying anymore of those precious braincells, now that you are seemingly down to the minimal requirements for continued existence. Next: Look Shirley The fact that you spelled both Island and Diego wrong has me concerned that I am dueling with a half-wit. You did, however, spell acronym correctly, which I admit, shows rudimentary intelligence, or just skillful use of cut and paste. Former Marine eh? I think I got you pegged as a Warehouseman. Go supply, never die, RAH OOH, RAH OOH. Loud and obnoxious gits, who open their sewers just to hear themselves speak and whine incessantly about the injustice of having to leave garrison for the field. Why dont you go count things, or did you already forget that most basic of skills, paid for by Uncle Sam, just for you, so you could at least contribute...something. Semper Fi and Happy Birthday Marine Nidan1 Well, well, well Lemme ask ya something stud. Have you ever had an original thought in that bulbous mound atop your neck that you call a grape. Probably not. I will explain: 1. Couldn't you come up with something more original than jumping on the 'Dumb Looie' train with Hurley? 2. Your displayed name is Nidan1. Cripes, least you could have done is found a name that someone hadn't already used, or would that be outside the scope of your limited intellect and ability to formulate an original thought. Wait, already answered the 'original thought' issue through points 1 & 2. Please, think hard, but don't hurt yourself. Formulate something...dazzling, or am I asking too much of you. Semper Fi and Happy Birthday. Joe Send your brother and son my best on this 228th anniversary of our beloved Corps. Dalem Pull your head from the interior of that freshly painted paper bag in which it seems securely ensconsed. That's better. See, there is a world on the outside. [ November 03, 2003, 05:00 PM: Message edited by: Aces_and_8's ]

LMAO...Thankee

Nay...As a matter of fact, I was out until the wee hours of the morning celebrating the 228th B'day of my beloved Corps (a little ahead of time but, eh, have 3 more to attend between now and 15 Nov). I understand the concept behind Peng, calling into question the relative level of intelligence, morals, the size of certain parts of human anatomy, etc. of fellow posters in the hopes of either scoring a telling hit, or PBEM, but am still scratching my head about where did the four simple letters P-E-N-G originate.

Can someone please explain to this humble supplicant what in Gawd's name does the acronym Peng stand for?

I would like to see the engine used to create an Ogre/GEV game. Love it, simple rules, swirling melees, and god help your crunchies if they get caught in the open...Wonder if Steve Jackson would allow it to happen.

The last icecube in the bottom of a glass.

No dinner?!? Gadz...and he expects me to slather his ring in spittle and render some form of obeisance. :eek:

Shouldn't it depend largely on time available to prep the defense and the type of terrain. Maybe an option or briefing point that explains the bad guys have had plenty of time to sight, dig, emplace, bury, then camo their work (then you actually have to look from the enemies perspective and figure out where the fields lay)or your pursuing, they only have time to chuck them out of their pack and into your way while running for the hills (surface laid, easy to spot, and avoid). May be a setup option pre-battle?

Hmmm, an interesting proposition...The last time someone asked me to kiss a ring...well, its just too painful to recall, but for your reading enjoyment, lemme see if I can remember...*taps forefinger against chin while staring thoughtfully into the distant sky* 15 years ago, honeymoon bed, beatific smile and a cigarette, eyes closed, a request in a low throaty voice..."kiss this", gladly, bigger smile, metallic tang, uh oh...somethings wrong, *snicker snack*, "aaaaaiiiiiyyyyyeeeee!!!!" pain and tears, open eyes, additional round brass protrudence from my proboscis, this wasn't in the vows (at least not the version I had)...I have yet to figure out how to remove it. *sniff* The horror...the horror. Now back to your original request, if I kneel and kiss this ring, what exactly will be the requirements after? It seems like we are moving pretty fast. You didn't send flowers, sing a love song, or even offer dinner; not to mention you have only answered the first of my posts. Swearing fealty is a BIG step. Hey, is there anywhere to sit the fence while this War in Heavan rages?

Well, I will have to say this is one of the more civil forums I have posted in...the very fact I am posting speaks volumes due to the fact I am a die-hard lurker that scadoodles at the first sign of jackashishness. By and large, IMHO, you have a good core crew that keep me rolling, in awe of your mastery of the rapier cut with word, and police the lanes well. My hats off to you. So far, I believe I have identified two factions, the "Pengs" and the "Goodalers". Then of course there are references to "Four Horsemen", still trying to figure out where they fall within the larger scheme of things. All in all, I think I have found yet another area to spend some time, should make the missus most happy. Now how do I go about finding a PBEM game? Fresh meat for sale... CHEAP!!!