Riding the Range with Peng, Challenged by the Whispering Wind

[Mouse]

Originally posted by Boo Radley:

So, what's your point, Cat Food?

What it means, dear dear Boo, is that you are a mustela nundinatio.

[Boo Radley]

Originally posted by Mouse:

</font><blockquote>quote:</font><hr />Originally posted by Boo Radley:

So, what's your point, Cat Food?

What it means, dear dear Boo, is that you are a mustela nundinatio. </font>

[Abbott]

Micheal Dorosh, Berlichtingen, Andreas and Micheal Emrys it would seem, have been given permission to do as they see fit including conduct public stonings of those who disagree with their views.

Stoners!

That’s it! This is the thread I am going to BFC with!

You will rue the day!

(Who tasted the Rue to know it is bitter?)

Update

Nidan1’s troops have made an appearance, knocking out a MKIII. The 12 accompanying MKIII’s are set to make an appearance next turn (he will rue the day). The MKIV’s are disrupting his infantry, forcing them away from the first victory location. It is Russian hell on the Road to Moscow. Die, die, die! …and I want my records back!

[Joe Shaw]

That’s it! This is the thread I am going to BFC with!

That should be, "This is the thread I'm going to BFC with bubba." Don't want to end in a preposition ... ending in a PROPOSITION is probably pretty typical for you I imagine.

So ... wanna see my porn collection, honey?

***SLAP***

Joe

p.s. Why wasn't MY name on the list of evil-doers eh? I'M the Justicar of the Peng Challenge Thread ... nobody likes me ... I SHOULDA BEEN ON THE LIST!

[ October 06, 2003, 10:43 AM: Message edited by: Joe Shaw ]

[dalem]

Lars-

I sure hope you were able to make your getaway cleanly. Or is there a step (very last thing you do) that you failed to mention:

Force Audibon employees frantically copying down license plate number to duck in spray of gravel as you leave the preserve rather hurriedly.

[Abbott]

That should be, "This is the thread I'm going to BFC with bubba." Don't want to end in a preposition ... ending in a PROPOSITION is probably pretty typical for you I imagine.

I can’t believe you would speak to me that way! You obviously are mistaken and under the impression I am from Canada .

[Abbott]

Bubba !

[Hiram Sedai]

"Fonda ain't got a motor in the back of her Honda"

- Sir Mixalot

[Joe Shaw]

Originally posted by Abbott:

</font><blockquote>quote:</font><hr /> That should be, "This is the thread I'm going to BFC with bubba." Don't want to end in a preposition ... ending in a PROPOSITION is probably pretty typical for you I imagine.

I can’t believe you would speak to me that way! You obviously are mistaken and under the impression I am from Canada . </font>

[Lars]

Originally posted by dalem:

Lars-

I sure hope you were able to make your getaway cleanly. Or is there a step (very last thing you do) that you failed to mention:

Force Audibon employees frantically copying down license plate number to duck in spray of gravel as you leave the preserve rather hurriedly.

Ooooh, you're right, I left something out.

(Step the First) – Whack Audubon gatekeepers on way into hunting preserve, hide bodies in peat bog for future generation's enjoyment.

[MrSpkr]

Oh Gods.

In order to get back online this evening, I have to resort to -- wait for it -- AOL!

Berli, I never did anything to deserve THIS!

Turns out when I finish mourning.

Steve

[Leeo]

Originally posted by Joe Shaw:

... Oregon ain't a hell of lot of a lot better than Canada when you get right down to it.

Joe

There'll be NONE of that, Mr. Justanauto. You'll not slander the wonderful state of Oregon with impunity. I hereby bend down very far so that I may slap your cheek with a glove (and not one of my good ones, either; you'll get the rough leather and canvas one embedded with blackberry stickers).

You know not what of you speak. Oregon is paradise to idjits that reside in places like Utah and Texas.

And to attempt to drag Oregon through the Canadian Muck. I'd thought better of you, Sirrah (well, at least once, a long time ago, I thought better of you).

I demand satisfaction. I know you can only provide one sort of satisfaction; that derived from kicking around your pixelated, judgemental behind all over a CM map.

Send a set-up, Joe Shaw.

[dalem]

Originally posted by MrSpkr:

Oh Gods.

In order to get back online this evening, I have to resort to -- wait for it -- AOL!

Berli, I never did anything to deserve THIS!

Turns out when I finish mourning.

Steve

HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHA!!!!!!

[ October 06, 2003, 04:50 PM: Message edited by: dalem ]

[**YK2**]

It was the middle of winter

And I drove us in my car

The snow started falling

So we stopped off at a bar

The beer started flowing

And your mother and I took the floor

But by the last dance we were tired

So I booked a room next door

So if anyone asks you

If you come from Heaven above

You're from a one star hotel

With a five star passionate love

It was a hot summers day

And we drove there in our car

And your father was thirsty

So we had to find a bar

Well he couldn't stop drinking

And he couldn't stand on his feet

We had to walk to a hotel

And book ourselves into a suite

So if the teacher asks you

Are you from Heaven or are you from Hell

You're from a one star drunken screw

In a one star motel

Yes if the teacher asks you

Are you from Heaven or are you from Hell

You're from a pitch black toilet

In a highway Taco Bell

I'll remember the birth

For the rest of my time on this land

You're mother sweating buckets

And me holding onto her hand

Well your father was absent

He claimed he couldn't find the ward

Just tugging on mescal

Trying to eat the umbilical cord

So if anyone asks you

Do you know where you're from, say yes

You're from your mother's womb

And your father's stinking breath

And if they ask you how you got here

Tell them just what it took

Your father's stinking breath

And your mother's stinking luck

Your father and I won't tell the whole truth

Your father and I won't tell the truth

[Herr Oberst]

Originally posted by YK2:

It was the middle of winter

And I drove us in my car

The snow started falling

So we stopped off at a bar

The beer started flowing

And your mother and I took the floor

But by the last dance we were tired

So I booked a room next door

So if anyone asks you

If you come from Heaven above

You're from a one star hotel

With a five star passionate love

It was a hot summers day

And we drove there in our car

And your father was thirsty

So we had to find a bar

Well he couldn't stop drinking

And he couldn't stand on his feet

We had to walk to a hotel

And book ourselves into a suite

So if the teacher asks you

Are you from Heaven or are you from Hell

You're from a one star drunken screw

In a one star motel

Yes if the teacher asks you

Are you from Heaven or are you from Hell

You're from a pitch black toilet

In a highway Taco Bell

I'll remember the birth

For the rest of my time on this land

You're mother sweating buckets

And me holding onto her hand

Well your father was absent

He claimed he couldn't find the ward

Just tugging on mescal

Trying to eat the umbilical cord

So if anyone asks you

Do you know where you're from, say yes

You're from your mother's womb

And your father's stinking breath

And if they ask you how you got here

Tell them just what it took

Your father's stinking breath

And your mother's stinking luck

Your father and I won't tell the whole truth

Your father and I won't tell the truth

Quite nice, but where's you get Seanachai's life story?

[**YK2**]

Great song Great lyrics. I'm sure Seanacoochie would be hounoured had that song actually been about him.. Dunno how his mum would feel about it though....

I'm in the mood for a sing song.. Playing now and dedictated to you Herr Oberst ..

Hello darkness, my old friend

I've come to talk with you again

Because a vision softly creeping

Left its seeds while I was sleeping

And the vision that was planted in my brain

Still remains

Within the sound of silence

In restless dreams I walked alone

Narrow streets of cobblestone

'Neath the halo of a street lamp

I turned my collar to the cold and damp

When my eyes were stabbed by the flash of a neon light

That split the night

And touched the sound of silence

And in the naked light I saw

Ten thousand people, maybe more

People talking without speaking

People hearing without listening

People writing songs that voices never share

And no one dared

Disturb the sound of silence

"Fools", said I, "You do not know

Silence like a cancer grows

Hear my words that I might teach you

Take my arms that I might reach you"

But my words, like silent raindrops fell

And echoed

In the wells of silence

And the people bowed and prayed

To the neon god they made

And the sign flashed out its warning

In the words that it was forming

And the sign said, "The words of the prophets are written on the subway walls

And tenement halls"

And whispered in the sounds of silence

[ October 06, 2003, 06:05 PM: Message edited by: YK2 ]

[Gaylord Focker]

Will you people stop sexually harassing William Amos or whatever he is complaining about, i don't want the General Forum closed because a few sheep shaggers can't keep thier hands off of anything with a pulse.

[Boo Radley]

So, a jolly sing-song is what you're wanting, is it? Fine, then...

A-hem...

Oh Seanachai, I long to crush you,

To fine dust, you loathsome piker,

Oh Seanachai, I long to BOOT you,

Away, BOOT you away,

'Cross the wide Missouri

Oh Seanachai, I love your screaming,

As I shell your men, you hapless nitwit,

Oh Seanachai I'll send you packing,

Away pack you away,

'Cross the wide Missouri

Oh Seanachai, I'm bound to hurt you,

And reduce your tanks to smoldrin' wreckage,

Oh Seanachai I'll not deceive you,

I'll find you e'en,

'Cross the wide Missouri

Oh Seanachai, I'll cuisinart your innards,

Away like a rolling river,

Oh Seanachai I'll spill your entrails,

And stretch them 'cross,

Stretch them 'cross...

'Cross the wide Missouri.

Thjengyouverramuch!

[Gaylord Focker]

Can I Borrow a Feeling?

Can I borrow a feeling?

Can you lend me a jar of love?

Hurtin' hearts need some healin'

Take my hand with your glove of love

[Herr Oberst]

Originally posted by Gaylord Focker:

Can I Borrow a Feeling?

Can I borrow a feeling?

Can you lend me a jar of love?

Hurtin' hearts need some healin'

Take my hand with your glove of love

Lowbrow...

To YK2:

While not the top of my list, a good sing-song from the past. I am honored my Lady...

[ October 06, 2003, 08:54 PM: Message edited by: Herr Oberst ]

[Gaylord Focker]

Originally posted by Herr Oberst:

</font><blockquote>quote:</font><hr />Originally posted by Gaylord Focker:

Can I Borrow a Feeling?

Can I borrow a feeling?

Can you lend me a jar of love?

Hurtin' hearts need some healin'

Take my hand with your glove of love

Lowbrow...

To YK2:

While not the top of my list, a good sing-song from the past. I am honored my Lady... </font>

[Marlow]

Originally posted by Harv:

And as an added bonus I'll get to stalk Seanachai by default.

You insipid little toad without the brains that God gave a carp, I am Seanachai’s true stalker. If you were versed in the Lore of the Pool, you would know better than to claim the bard for your personal stalkee. Long before you were even a wee floaty bit sluggishly circling in the current of Cess, I was pursuing Senility into the nothingness of the MBT. You and that humorless Canuckelhead crapon66 can go take a long walk off a short cliff. Thankfully mister 66 has gone into meltdown and is hopefully gone for good. You, on the other hand are unlikely to self immolate has he did, so I’ll have to help you on the way.

Kannigetts, a map and forces are required so that I can send this pretender packing and claim the title of Eternal Nemesis of the Bard for once and all.

[Lars]

All turns out.

Except for MrSpkr's, who can't even figure out AOL.

[Berlichtingen]

Originally posted by MrSpkr:

In order to get back online this evening, I have to resort to -- wait for it -- AOL!

Berli, I never did anything to deserve THIS!

Firstly, AOL is NOT one of mine. That's an independent contractor Evil.

Secondly, Blame Al Gore... he invented the internet, not me

[Seanachai]

Originally posted by Lars:

How to Clean a Grouse:

You know, I still remember the time my father's business partner and our family friend of many, many years handed me and my brother-in-law each an untwisted wire coat-hanger and told us we were going to learn how to 'vent ducks'.

As he explained what was going to happen next, we kept exchanging side-long glances, trying to decide if this was some sort of 'hazing', 'hunting the snipe' sort of rite of passage thing for our first trip duck hunting, or whether we were being initiated into some strange animal mutilation cult. It never, ever occurred to us that this was something that was actually done.

We were all ready to laugh until he picked up one of the recently killed bluebills and...demonstrated. I remember it was very, very quiet there for a moment in the October woods. I mean, it seemed bad enough that we'd taken the poor wee birdies and filled them with #6 shot, without doing...that, after they were dead.

But they weren't kidding, and for the next 20 minutes or so, we stood there, wire-coat hangers of defamation in hand, and 'vented' the days shoot.

We both joked, and made light of it, but we also both agreed that it was going to be a while before we could eat spaghetti again...

[ October 06, 2003, 11:19 PM: Message edited by: Seanachai ]