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PS: Am glad you achieved the honor of being accepted to the University of Phoenix Online. You must be very proud.

sburke After reviewing your posts to insure I did not misunderstand you at any time I have come to the realization that you personify the decline of western civilization.

You were probably taught a lot of these facts in school. But then you probably didn’t appreciate a lot of things about school until you got older. Little things, like being spanked by a middle aged woman, something you now pay good money for.

Actually, we hate you typing on anything.

And you did enjoy it, so all's well.

Hunting I assume, too bad you could not take sburke and his liege with you. You know the Dick Cheney school of hunting.

Sush everyone, I think it's trying to communicate.

If I hurt your feelings in any way I just want to know from the bottom of my heart that………………………….. I don’t care.

Evolution of Yeknodathon and House Shavian You guys can't even begin to understand biology, let alone understand life. But be that as it may here we go . Six million years ago the chain of Homo erectus-Homo neanderthalensis-Homo sapiens started. Sometime during that period man pissed in the primordial pool and started the chain of Yeknodathon and House Shavian. The chain then progressed through the Oligocene Epoch -Miocene Epoch – stages to its current form , which is very recent as within the last 80 years, to KNUKUS DRAGIS DORKUS MAXIMUS. This species can be identified by its low forehead, protruding brow, dull uncomprehending eyes, continuous nasal mucus expulsion, slack jaw with extended tongue, Curved spine, hairy hands and the almost non existent genitalia. Scientists believe KNUKUS DRAGIS DORKUS MAXIMUS evolved in the way that it did because of their proclivity of : --Only eating food that danced, as advertised on TV --Holding hands with each other and whizzing on electric fences -- Constant fixation with their honey boo boo mouse pads --Huffing their inhalers for hours at a time -- Constant and repetitive rubbing in public and private -- Extensive porn and video game involvement --Pretending to be cars making appropriate revving noises as they walked along using blinking eyes as indicators for extra authenticity. --Inventing a weird twitch.--they adopted a bizarre twitch (e.g. flicking the head irregularly, twitching eye or busting out sporadic phlegm expulsion noises) and used these when out in public. Unfortunately for them this became permanent and part of the genetic code . -- doing karate moves in the running shower with the inevitable result that follows These and many other factors of like fashion resulted in what we have today the KNUCUS DRAGIS DORKUS MAXIMUS. There aren’t many like them anymore – but just to be on the safe side, they should be castrated anyway. Edit to add---Justicar Joe should take note that it didn't take me weeks to accomplish the assigned task like sburke. (still waiting) But then grace should be given for sburkes single digit typing ability and loss of concentration due to his fascination in Vegematic , ab builder, Popiel Pocket Fisherman and other like commercials.

Whaaaaaat? You do of course realize the mental anguish imposed upon me in the course of doing this. If I enjoyed associating with suspenders, creepy non-audible moaning, old man comb-overs, random acts of self-abuse, that old people stench that sticks to your clothes, a house being cluttered with useless crap that they pretend they invented, and interacting with people who are completely devoid of a soul, then this might be enjoyable. If I wanted to experience pain, I would climb up sburkes ego and jump down to his IQ level. But it is what it is and will pick up a bottle of Royal Crown, make it two, in order to suffer this insufferable chore.

You sewer dwelling, cat litter munching, snot gobbler, don’t you think your grandma misses them? sburke, your lackadaisical approach to the care of the CessPool is evident for all to see. You’ll see I’ve constructed walls for a little privacy around the drain. Tired of the leering old codgers loitering around it. Also added a mens sign, pay no attention to it and go right on in. Now on to an exciting action report from our “Green Hell” meeting. He moves some men, I move some men, three shots fired, he moves some men, I move some men, and on ad nausea. As exciting as watching two flies on a turd or similar to sburke’s personality, which is why sburke is such a perfect fit for Shavian House. They're a matching pair. He and Justicar Joe are like having velvet Elvis on one wall and velvet dogs playing poker on the other. Which by the way, is exactly how the grand meeting hall of the Shavian House is decorated from what I understand.

It should be obvious to anyone with the cognitive thinking capabilities above a dung beetle that if a real life was the criteria for disqualification, I shall be ejected post haste and you for one, will never have to worry about it. You’re good to go. This also explains why you asked. In my super human attempt to ward off the pixel thugs of sburke I must admit to less than satisfying results due in large part to the underhanded beginnings reported on previously. Underhanded scum, being the motto of the Shavian House is being played out on the screen before me. Usually his pixel slugs hide behind hedges waiting to shoot men in the back, a testament to the qualities of sburke. However his men are even now starting to eternally prostate themselves in homage before my slowly advancing troops. The evil denizens of sburke who dispatched my Stug (deservedly so as they were asleep at the switch) are now nothing more than worm food. And the barrage that was so inadequately sent to dispatch my fair troopers to hell sent nothing more than dirt to the heavens. Do you practice the Ray Charles technique of artillery spotting? If you had shot at the sky you would have still missed. After belching a remarkably long and loud beer burp as a rallying trumpet to my troops, my pixel heroes have shown renewed vigor and a determination to squash this enemy of decency and honor. You are a blot sburke, a booger that can’t be flicked, a turd that will not flush, a huge zit on the forehead and a festering boil between the legs, the last two of which I am quite sure you are eternally afflicted with. It’s frightening to think the possibility once existed for me to be your dad, fortunately for me the guy I was with had the exact change. I will not rest until you are disposed of, the doggy station on the bike trail behind my house having the supplies needed.

In the state of confusion where you always are. Having attended to a higher priority in life which transcended associating with you gits (attended the garage door opening of a neighbor) I am now back to wasting my time here. Having looked for the Pissbucket, it has been revealed to me by one of the hobgoblins that inhabit this Hole that it was last seen atop of sburke’s head. It appears after being proposed for squire by Justicow Joe Shaw he was seen skipping off with bird like flapping of arms towards the exit while screaming “I have a friend, I finally have a friend” (NOOOO………….. actually you don’t and never will.) sburke return the Pissbucket it at once, it is not a trophy. The only certificates your laughable existence will ever achieve are the ones for birth and death. Upon the return of the Pissbucket I have taken the wise decision of having a urinal cake manufactured into a replica of the Shavian House Coat of Arms which will be placed in bottom of said bucket. I have no doubt with such an inducement you trogs will then aim past your shoes. Your parents are going to thank me.

It was fortunate that you remembered the spiffy passcode to get in when asked by the guard at the door and responded correctly “the refrigerator door is open and the piggy sees the cake” Now go get your shine box.

Real life issues have popped up unexpectedly and will post as soon as time avails itself

Impressive barrage sburke, however you seem to be blind in one eye and can't see out the other.

The more two things resemble each other the more inevitable the attraction.

What it was doing turned backwards I have no idea, gave it a move to order and should have been facing your guy.

Remember when I asked for your opinion? Yea I don’t either. Do you take screenshots and then go ask your mom what to post back? Because people like you are the reason there’s instructions on toothpaste. Relax, Just A little good natured ribbing. Most assuredly less than the cruel jeers and taunts of small children that greet you every time you emerge from your house. P.S. You still wearing your bunny costume for Halloween?

Justicar Joe when you got nuthin' to say, by golly you just come right out say it don’t cha? sburke is an example of meeting and besting other posters? Really? You apply that kind of logic to games as well? That would explain why you rate Chutes and Ladders in your Top 10. You recoil at the thought of being non relevant, and here you are taking active steps to make it happen. I’m sure sburke had superpowers till his therapist took them away. However at this stage of his useless, meaningless, existence; he runs around his mother’s basement with arms out in front of him wearing long underwear and a towel.

The Shavian House has indeed tutored you well in the art of duplicity and deceit. Tell me you want to play a meeting engagement and then pick a scenario where you have the high ground with hedges to hide behind and if my poor pixeltruppen even so much as flinch you shoot them down like the dog that you are. The Justicar has indeed shown his infallible wisdom in selecting to squire an underhanded person such as yourself. You will be a fine addition to the ignoble house. I had trusted in your sense of honor when giving you carte blanche to set it up and much to my chagrin you violated that trust just as you do with little animals you under-bridge Dwelling Goat Predator. I thought you had reached your low but you continue to dig deeper a feat I had thought impossible. But then, you are Joe’s squire. Your 5-year old nephew still beating you at Stratego and you’ve decided to take revenge in this manner? Bring it on squire sburke and let loose the dogs of war.

Yada yada blah blah, you can bloviate about absolutely nothing as shown by your previous posts. As our pixeltruppen are advancing and not really engaged yet there is really nothing to say about the battle we are engaged in. Oh wait, you claim mine are being squashed in huge numbers. Four being the extent of your counting skills and the extent of my casualties I can see how it must seem to be a very large amount to you. Even now I consider asking for a cease fire based on your strong performance so far. Please. But having nothing to say hasn’t stopped you yet, so continue on.

sburke says "The "head" of House Shavian doesn't have to..." in a squealy, shrill, prissy, girls voice. Can you grovel before "your Liege" any more profusely?

I’ll agree that the scenario that put your troopers behind hedges on high ground with excellent lines of sight in the initial setup zone while my pixeltruppen have to transit down one slope and up another to engage was sheer tactical genius on your part. But it ain’t over till the fat lady sings or as you refer to her “ the girl of my dreams”.

Why didn't you just stick your thumbs in your ears palms facing forward, wiggle your fingers and squeal "neener, neener ,neener." Although I realize the strain on your mental faculties it must have been to use your entire vocabulary in one sentence.