Wolfp MkII
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It's a sad state of affairs lads, when someone you're playing says they hate you in an email. And all because I killed Stuka's Jagdpanzer...
Joe
At least this time a reason was provided...I imagine the preponderance include no specification, but an understood "just because". You should sleep better tonight.
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A homage to my internet connection:
Electron cantaloup
Forced through a cocktail straw
I need a sledgehammer
Twenty-four hours no luck
It is a conspiracy
Where is the commo
Failure yet again
Cache write system buggered
I am depressed
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Right then, the time for decision has come lads.
Aces_and_8's was at least a Squire, but I can find no evidence that he was ever promoted to the rank of Knight of the CessPool.
Furtherless, he has refused, REFUSED to change his Username back to what it was originally when held the rank of Squire.
Therefore it behoofs us to decide the following questions regarding this Jarhead:
3.1415: Shall he be allowed to return to us AS A SQUIRE of the CessPool using his new and inadequate name?
12/4/50: Shall we take his word for it that he was a Knight of the CessPool and grant him the rights and privileges hereinto?
It's the opinion of your Beloved Justicar for Life of the Peng Challenge Thread that the answer to both questions should be a resounding NO!
We can't just have members changing their names willy nilly ... or Aces_and_8's Wofp MkII if you prefer.
Nor should we just take his word for it! He is, I'd remind you, a Marine and, while he claims to be an Officer and a Gentleman, would any such creature be seen HERE?
I think not ... no, your Beloved Justicar for Life of the Peng Challenge Thread stands ever vigilant in the cause of the Traditions of the Peng Challenge Thread and in this I'll not be swayed ...
Unless of course the membership should disagree ... and I think we all know what Berli and Nidan1 will vote so their votes really shouldn't count at all. Unless some swine of a ... I don't know ... hypothetically speaking ... Major in the Marine Corps ... made them do any number of things that Majors in the Marine Corps tend to make enlisted Marines do.
So ... what say you lads?
Joe
Justicar, I truly am speechless. Here, I have teased forth the subliminal text for the remainder of this august...or is it December?..body to digest. I believe your words are spot on...Well said, well said.
I'm in Singapore now and you know what? First thing off the plane and theres this tired old late-50's ex-girlyboy holding a placard which read "Berli, I still luv u long time G.I."You made quite the impression on that R & R trip hey big guy?
Big whoop, so you have a date now. You know, identify theft is a no, no.
...a squire maybe if some idiot will take him...No need to volunteer...See above.
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Don't let the fine sand get up your ass Jarhead!
and remember these immortal words...
"But when it comes to slaughter
You will do your work on water,
An' you'll lick the bloomin' boots of 'im that's got it. "
Hah!...Sand?..Shows what you know, which, unsurprisingly, is still nada. I have four walls, a roof, three computers, a swivel chair, a bed, matress, and sheets. When I do decide to ride forth and tussle with the locals, its in an armored HMMWV with heating and air. The greatest threat I face day to day is heartburn from the fare served by the fine folks of KBR.
Now...Where was I?
Macediddlesdingos...No...Berliissogirlie...dammit!
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"On the road again
I can't wait to get on the road again.
Goin' places that I've never been.
Seein' things that I may never see again
And I can't wait to get on the road again....."
Yep, it's that time again race fans, your Old Unca Stukey is on vacation once more. This time its a little 4 week swaree to Singapore (hasty inclusion after Thailand got all protested out) then onto New Zealand and good old, can't beat it, god's own, promised land, Australia.
and the bestest news of all???
I've got the trusty laptop with me so all the beatings i'm administering to Boo, Joe, Nidan1 and Noba can continue unabated and whats even MORE betterer than that is the fact that my highly valued posts can continue with nary a variance in frequency, pitch, tone or interestinglyness.
And isn't that just the best christmas present a Cesspooler deserves?
Toodles.
You wouldn't happen to be travelling the long way around by say, the Gulf of Aden?..I'll alert the Somali's to expect your imminent arrival.
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...Nidan1suckshisthumb...No!..Yeknodisafecklesssod...No, but funny...
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And, I suppose, that the radicial expedient of actually emailing BFC and .... I dunno ... ASKING THEM ... would be beyond your capabilities?
In any case I'm still trying to find the evidence of your supposed elevation to Knighthood. I did find an instance in which I'd bolded your name so you were apparently at least a Squire ... at a minimum ... and minimum is the operative word when we're talking about you.
Joe
Joe has the chemical compound found in abundance around your neck of the woods dried your brain to jerky? One would think, if I were clever enough to email BFC for my old u/n, I would also ask them...to...reset...my...password...Hey, wait a minute.
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I FOUND you, you old African you ... oh wait ... man I gotta stop watching so much TV.
It's Aces_and_8's ... or Dueces and Treys if he's not a Knight but is merely a Poseur!
As to his being a Knight as he claims, here's what I've found so far:
That was from Nov. 2003 so I've more searching to do ... as well as, apparently, the time to do it in.
Joe
{strolls by while whistling a jaunty tune}
Whoa! Ya gotta be kiddin me...It's me...or it was me then...Glory be, hallelujah, praise the lord, pass the ammo, bring in the cat, throw out the baby, someone find me a burning bush cause I need to lite something on fire!
MMMMEEEEEEMMMMMMOOOOORRRRRIIIIIEEEEESSS...{sniff}
Now, what was that freakin password...BooRadleystinks...no!; Stukaisasastupiddoes...nah, didn't even know the twink then; rleetehassmellyfeet...uh, uh; JoeShawsticksinmycrawl...CRAP!
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{Sound of life being slowly sucked out of the room}...Until then you're an SSSN (SLIMEY Scum Sucking Newbie) ...
Joe
Dance puppets...Dance! Who but a true Knigget could cause so much mayhem in such a short amount of time; you can almost smell the ozone from the trons flying thither and yon.
Hmmmmm, this weak offer of demotion two steps down, with an additional "S" in SSN to sweeten the pot, intrigues me (if for no other reason then all the bad guys are on the Hajj, so I have some extra time to burn.) I cannot prove who I used to be, except that I know who I am now, which is who I was then, and who I will still be, which is what you are asking me to verify today, to confirm my yesterday, in order to move forward tomorrow; but, would any Knight willingly shed the moniker so easily, which would be proof positive to the naysayers that I am not who I say I am, nor was I ever, or could be again...AHA!..A conundrum. My feckin pw is four years old, and at this point in my life, I consider myself lucky if I can remember what I had for breakfast, or whether I ate at all for that matter. So, that route is definitely fubar. I shall have to go straight away to jack steele and get my big on whilst giving this some serious consideration.
In the mean time...Boo "nanner" is a perfectly acceptable idiomatic form of "neener" in these here parts. You just have to say it with a phlegmy sound emphasized on the second syllable.
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Well lad there's the rub you see, for you presumably were Knighted under a different name...{pared back to mitigate the danger of sleep apnoea}...
Joe
*sigh!* Why is the return of a prodigal son always an unhappy affair? Never a door opened to the scene of hearth, home, and companionship, but always one of withered, dottering old men, aimlessly wandering about dressed only in black knee socks and prune juice stained skivvies, repeatedly insisting that someone removed the TV remote from its proper place on the coffee table, railing against the gods for this ill fate visited upon them, when all along, it is carried in their left hand. Each of you should have your medicare/medicaid policies reviewed by your court appointed caregivers to determine if the purchase of Namenda is covered; that or Cyanide (quicker and more humane than you deserve!)
Wolfwhiz...Boo - Seriously...Have you regressed so far, so fast that your sole rejoinder is one of second grade pottie humor? Very well...I am rubber, you are glue...nanner, nanner, nanner!
Wolfpee...Puka - Does Boo allow you to wear a cute little pirate hat on that parrot head of yours when you perch upon his shoulder and squak?
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*White Noise*
Joe
Ah Joe...Dear, sweet, senile Joe
I ask simply that you do but one thing...the ON/OFF switch located on that single cell in your cranium, go ahead and flip it into the up position...No, the up position...Toward the North Star...OK, the ceiling then...That's it. Function test...Is it on?..testing...testing...1,2...1,2. Do try to keep up sparky, as I weave my tale. If I progress too rapidly, simply grunt, and that will suffice as a signal to throttle back so you can catch up:
A long, long time ago in a galaxy far, far away...Wait, that's copyright infringement. Let's try a different opening. Once upon a time in the days of yore (that means a while back), I was but a simple SSN, who tripped and fell into this cesspool...THE CESSPOOL...I found, much to my chagrin, that no matter my attempts at escape, I continued to be sucked back in (just like Al Pacino, only he said it better). One day, an epiphany, the only way out must be upward through the ranks. As I navigated this Byzantine Labyrinth of intrigue, infighting, backstabbing, and general churlishness, I was taken on as squire by one Berlichtingen. Being of quick mind and rapier wit, it was not long until the title of Knight was bestowed upon me. But alas, my plan went awry, instead of escape, I sank every deeper into this mortal rendition of Purgatory. Salvation came to me unexpectedly one day in the form of orders. I was sent straight away to a land down under (dont get excited you Aussie twits; I wouldn't venture to a land whose chief attraction is poisonous varmints and weird marsupials)...Argentina, where wine and beef are cheap, but the internet aint so much. As my travels continued, I began to wonder, are any in the CESSPOOL still alive? Imagine my disappointment when a resounding YES! was my answer. I heard the sirens call once again, but couldn't remember my password for my old username (I drank a lot of wine, I mean gallons), Wolfp. So what you see before you today is a reincarnation, a retooling, a bigger, stronger, faster, now armed with a Masters Degree Wolfp. I have risen from the ashes like a Phoenix taking on my new form...Wolfp MkII! MUWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! And I still loathe you all equally:
Mace-Hate!
Joe-Hate!
Nidan1-Hate!
Stuka-You're a twit! I am sure I will grow to hate you as well.
Lars-Hate!
Leeo-Hate!
Dalen-Apparently dead, but still hated
Michael-Hate!
Berlichtingen-Junior's home papa...Whom shall I hate for you?
Noba-Nice opening, wanker! Imagination on the fritz? Hate!
Boo-Double hate with a cherry on top!
Ladies of the Pool-Utmost respect!
The Rest because its 0130 where I'm at and I need to hit the rack...HATE!
So there you have it Joe, the epic outlining my journies for the last 4 years. To quote that famous army guy who did whatever in the Southern Pacific, "I have been away for a long, long time but now I'm back to free you people from oppression" or somesuch.
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Well, this seems familiar and still doesn't fail to disappoint. Glad to see some things never change.
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{Day 2:Pass 6} - 13.2kb/s, 681mb, and only an 11 hour (est) d/l time...I'm going in hot, wish me luck...Well...maybe not so hot, more like luke warmish, but wish me luck anyway.
I WILL PREVAIL!!!