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Originally posted by Noba:

</font><blockquote>quote:</font><hr />Originally posted by Stuka:

She's blonde?

Well, why didn't you say?

I have experience in these matters as my last 3 girlfriends and ex-wife have been blonde...

and like a moth to the flame, the current squeeze is another blonde.

Obviously you have loads of money. It can't be good looks, or charm, or anything remotely sensible. You're a top bull****ter. Or maybe just a top sleaze. Right ? Nah. It's obvious..they "take advantage of you" when you have a skin-full - which is most of your waking hours.

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Originally posted by dalem:

I think she's married.

Damn it, man, answer the question - is she hot? We would prefer an answer in celsius.

Oh and, Stephen Hunter Pemble, I've been away and stuff so happy belated birthday. May you grow another inch this year, or somefink like that.

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Originally posted by v42below:

</font><blockquote>quote:</font><hr />Originally posted by dalem:

I think she's married.

Damn it, man, answer the question - is she hot? We would prefer an answer in celsius.

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Originally posted by Noba:

Obviously you have loads of money. It can't be good looks, or charm, or anything remotely sensible. You're a top bull****ter. Or maybe just a top sleaze. Right ? Nah. It's obvious..they "take advantage of you" when you have a skin-full - which is most of your waking hours.

Noba.

Nope.

Its called 'being a nice guy'.

Not that any of you would understand, but chicks dig a guy who can 'listen' and 'understand' and 'hold their hand when they're feeling down'.

Oh why do I waste my breath on you idjits?

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Originally posted by dalem:

</font><blockquote>quote:</font><hr />Originally posted by v42below:

</font><blockquote>quote:</font><hr />Originally posted by dalem:

I think she's married.

Damn it, man, answer the question - is she hot? We would prefer an answer in celsius.

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Stuka, lose the wrinkles. Try a medium grade sandpaper, applied vigorously.

In other news, I am beating Lars like the proverbial drum, and Elvis has owed me a turn for days, but hasn't sent it from fear of my leet CMxor skillz.

Steve

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Originally posted by MrSpkr:

In other news, I am beating Lars like the proverbial drum

Yes, you've managed to get me to send you a setup.

A small victory, but when you're such a underachiever, you gotta take 'em where you find 'em, eh?

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Originally posted by MrSpkr:

I am beating Lars like the proverbial drum...

Steve

Hey, join the club (and then beat yourself over the head with it.)

In Flak Front!, Lars has several big and scary 88's. The only problem is, he can't HIT anything with them.

Perhaps it's because all the gunners look like this guy:

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Or it could be that Lars sucks.

You make the call.

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I'm Dead (But I Don't Know It)

I have nothing left to say

But I'm gonna say it anyway

Thirty years upon a stage

And I hear the people say

Why won't he go away?

I pass the houses of the dead

They're calling me to join their group

But I stagger on instead

Dear God, sweet God

Protect me from the truth, hey

I'm dead but I don't know it

He's dead, he's dead

I'm dead but I don't know

He's dead, he's dead

I'm dead but I don't know it

He's dead, he's dead

Please don't tell me so

Let me, let me, let me go

I have a family to support

But surely, that is no excuse

I've nothing further to report

Time you spend with me

Is time you lose

I always thought that I would know

When it was time to quit

That when I lost a step or two or three or four or five

I'd notice it

Now that I've arrived here safely

I find my talent has gone

Why do I go on and on and on and on and on

And on and on and on and on and on

He's dead, he's dead, he's dead

I don't know it

He's dead, he's dead, he's dead

I didn't know

He's dead, he's dead, he's dead

I didn't know it

Who would be so cruel to tell me so?

You're dead!

When will I end this bitter game?

When will I end this cruel charade?

Everything I write all sounds the same

Each record that I'm making

Is like a record that I've made

Just not as good

I'm dead but I don't know it

He's dead, he's dead

I'm dead but I don''t know

He's dead, he's dead

I'm dead but I don't know it

He's dead, he's dead

Please don't tell me so

Please don't tell me so

You're dead!

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