Aces_and_8's

Oh its all part of an insidious plot for taking over the Great White North, a Krispy Kreme here and there just to get our feet in the door, though what we will do with miles and miles of perma-frost, who the heck knows. Maybe icecube factories that dont require freon.

Oh its all part of an insidious plot for taking over the Great White North, a Krispy Kreme here and there just to get our feet in the door, though what we will do with miles and miles of perma-frost, who the heck knows. Maybe icecube factories that dont require freon.

You could cut and paste show tunes in reply...To start, something from Oklahoma perhaps?

Dear Mike, Please resend the last turn. This time, however, try attaching the file before you clicky clicky the send button. Don't ask me why, I dont make the rules, that's just how its supposed to work. Look forward to flinging more TNT your way soon. Sincerely, Aces

*Watches Aces sharpening her sword* Come here, lad and bring my sword. Kneel. In the name of Berli and myself, I do hereby, declare you knight. *touches flat of the blade to both of Aces shoulders* Go forth and sin some more. Now rise. *kicks Aces in the fork* That won't hurt as much now that you have your armor. Congratulations. =) Kitty </font>

Where in Rip Van Winkle's beard entangled toes is my feckin turn? :mad: And no, I did not know that. [seuss grog on]Got the reference for that bucko?[/seuss grog off] Interesting.

My grandmother used to make green eggs and strangely enough it was through poaching them in country ham grease and coffee grounds. Think that's where Suess got the idea for the story. Maybe. :mad: {edited to add: coffee grounds}

WEEELLLLLLLLL!!! John Henry told his Captain... A man aint nothin but a man... But before I let your steamdrill beat me down... I'll die with my TNT in my hand... I'll die with my TNT in my hand...

Like what, a piton through the forehead? :mad: :mad: :mad: </font>

Kitty, oh most radiant mistress and true paragon of everything womanly, I come forth with a report on my taskings...please dont fret about the blood stains on the deck, nor the bits trailing in from the forward hatch, they should clean up with a bit of bleach...a sound victory <font size=-5>for the other side</font> mi'lady. Oh how I could regail you for hours with stories of daring do <font size=-5>if there were any</font> and the <font size=-5>nonexistant</font> heroism of my glorious forces as they rampaged <font size=-5>trampling each other in an attempt to flee</font> across the field of honor <font size=-5>setting a new land speed record heading for the hills</font> outflanking <font size=-5>and outrunning</font> those of my foe, but realize you are results oriented and probably not interested in the tiresome details. So to sum up, I smacked Mike soundly <font size=-5>with a wet noodle apparently</font> about the head and shoulders and scattered his forces <font size=-5> as they vainly attempt to hunt mine down</font> to the winds. Now, what deed dost thou require of this humble supplicant...besides change my sig line again, just noticed that requirement...next?

Real or peroxide? It does make a difference.

Like what, a piton through the forehead? :mad: :mad: :mad:

GO AHEAD Nidan1!!! Dont be nervous, you have him right where you want him. Now, drive the shiv through the lower back at a 45 toward the front while you have him in a Hug 'O' Dooooooooom. Surely you'll hit a kidney. Remember, "Arms are for hugs not for war...Just squeeze em till their eyes pop out." Oh...it was just a friendly hug? DRAT!!!

Smile! You've been <big>snarked!!!!!</big> :mad: :mad: :mad: </font>

Thorton Wilder...Thorton Wilder...Hmmmm? Clive Barker, no. Wes Craven, no. John Carpenter, no. Tobe Hooper, uh uh. I cant seem to find him anywhere in my DVD collection.

Who the hell is George Antrobus? Is he another Ernie Kovacs character? Or Lar's uncle? </font>

Who the hell is George Antrobus? Is he another Ernie Kovacs character? Or Lar's uncle? </font>

I know, I know. We hate to think that anyone we know could be one of them, but I tell you, it does happen. I think it's because parents aren't doing their jobs and paying enough attention to their kids' lives. If you don't pay attention to them, they'll find someone who will, and they'll end up in the Republican party. Only love and firmness can stop that sort of thing. Perhaps if we had a constitutional amendment banning them from marrying? Of course, they would still be permitted to have some sort of simple, civil ceremony to express their commitment to each other... </font>

Why...Thank YOU!!!! I can see you have never partaken of the brilliant wit and repartee of the General Forum. Besides, according to Joe Shaw... </font>

Come on...the lawyer part, I'll give ya that, but the Republican snipe, that's hitten a wee bit below the belt

Any band camp stories to follow up with?

But we dont want him.

Taking bets on how long until one shows up in another post?..Some good 'uns there.

Must be rough going through life with the metabolism of a tortoise. </font>

Updates from the front: Mike from the waffle side of the house continues to pound my poor company with what looks to be an entire division with native levy support in an evil scenario known as "Hell in a very small place", conceived of and given form by our very own Berli. I do not think my pioneers will last much longer as they dig in for a defiant last stand. My panzers litter the battlefield like giant slabs of homogenous steel swiss and are a painful reminder that the 2cm will not penetrate a T-34 from any angle. Wally Bob and I are staring across meters of open desert trading vehicle for vehicle. Think he is up at this point, but this will soon change. Green crews suck, by the way, especially when shooting 5cm pellets. I can see little green helmets bobbing in laughter across the lines as yet another shot goes wide. Juries still out on this one. Nidan1 and I continue to dance around a small town outside of Anzio. He has done his level best to implement an urban renewal project the likes of which would be the envy of any city planner for a major metropolitan area. There is a trail of tears extending from his side of the map to the outskirts of this town, littered with the remains of an armored division apparently granted via the scenario. He has a couple of pieces left, including one Tiger, that will reach the end of their service lives shortly. After that, its sweep up time for the Shermans. Berli...eh, I lost. Put an entire battalion through the grinder for a couple of buildings that weren't worth snot. As I look over the decomposing pixels of my troops, one lesson comes to mind...wait for the feckin machine guns. Live and learn I suppose.