Wolfp MkII

Well...there you have it. You've made the big time Justicar...YouTube! Try not to let it go to your head.

Must be channeling my old Spanish instructor through my keyboard...Thoy de ethpaña and all that jazz

Whoops! Did I let the cat out of the bag? No matter; at your age, I imagine the only teeth you have left are kept in a glass on the nightstand next to your bed.

I hear that when you lose a tooth and you stick it under your pillow...no...wait...wrong mythical creature.

YEA!!! Ban Joe {Snort!..banjo} first! Maybe then he will get around to sending off the turns he owes.

Alright ya big blowhard...come down off your soapbox before you pass out from over exertion and hurt yourself. Oh...and send the next turn...twit!

Of course it means something...you've gotten the Wolfp MkII stamp of approval; you can now die content. Go on we're waiting.

Ok...that was actually a good one...not like your usual inane drivel.

Seconded! with his screen name, do you really have to ask?

or that his line of Shaws were indentured servants brought over from the old country, took the last name as a show of fealty, and really had no relationship at all. He's probably actually a Flick, as in booger, or a Loewe, as in brow, or somefink.

I'm thinking 11, maybe 11 1/2. The wife gets awful upset when I walk across the carpet though...It leaves smudges. I just blame the dog.

Says the subject matter expert...Did they issue the jacket with extra long sleeves before or after incarceration?

Better question...Why is he licking his fingers before using a socket wrench?

Maybe Cheerios would help him focus by eliminating a step.

or an afront to the sense of smell due to incontinence

HOLY MACKEREL MARGARET, we've hit the mid point! Sped right past the thing and didn't even notice; not that it would have mattered mind you...{sniff}...no booze fer celebrating allowed. Oh well, so begins the countdown to RTB.

Plastic bottles have their benefits. When your too intoxicated to maintain your grip and drop it, they bounce back...well, maybe not directly back...more like how a football bounces; one is never sure where its off to next, but it makes for an interesting chase.

A mass euthanising...who's bringing the popcorn?

Of what...nekkid Koalas?

Probably from the eastern half, or thereabouts.

Oddstraylian population control methodology PRICELESS!

SECONDED! God almighty, Lord of Heaven and Earth, Father of Abraham, Isaac, and Ted, we beseech thee to strike him down with a bolt from above; and if you can't spare that, a simple beating with a rubber chicken will suffice...Amen Two...TWO!..I have sent since completion of that asymetrical sham you called a scenario. One even included the response...(v1.11)...to your query...(which version do you have?)...The Black Hole of Calcutta isnt in India...It has moved to Salt Lake! Need to alert the tourist boards of both India and Utah to update their guides respectively.

...and look what I had to work with...I mean...It's Joe...silk purse from a sows ear and so on.

Yea...I know...but it sounded dramatic, didn't it?

For shame Justicar, for SHAME!!! That you would take credit for a victory in such a lopsided scenario bespeaks volumes. A modern pak front with wire and radio guided missiles against trucks does not an even match make. Gamey...GAMEY!!! The amount of rocket fuel expended alone was on the order of that used for a moon shot during an Apollo Mission. OH THE HUMANITY!!! You are supposed to be the best of us; you are supposed to be a shining example; you are supposed to be an ideal for which to strive. I suppose not; I suppose you are...after all...just common. The world seems a little sadder, a little...darker...this day.