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Just put a bucket on top of him upside down - with the banging of his pointy hat on the bottom of the bucket you can just turn down the music and enjoy the show. Make sure you have air holes in the bucket though, or the fun won't last.

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Originally posted by dalem:

I have lost all my pieces. Papa Khann has slapped me around relentlessly for the entire game and I have no Gallic army left on the board.

We hates him.

I didn't mind losing.

But losing to Seanachai was somehow even worse than losing to Papa Khan.

So I guess I'm saying I did mind losing.

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Originally posted by NG cavscout:

And now, I must take my leave for approximately 18 months. The balmy sands of that garden spot of the Middle East call, yes, friends and neighbors, I get to go work on my tan in the lovely Iraq.

sigh, this sucks.

Good Luck Cavscout.

Need the addy of my pretty young niece in the AF who's also over there?

Oops, look at the time, gotta run...

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Originally posted by Lars:

I didn't mind losing.

But losing to Seanachai was somehow even worse than losing to Papa Khan.

So I guess I'm saying I did mind losing.

If you had spent more time kicking Papa Khann in the groin and less time building your little cities I would have been in a better position to hurt them both.

And I rolled poorly.

And the sun got in my eyes.

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Originally posted by Joe Shaw:

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

Have I mentioned how frightening it is to have a Gnome dance in front of one?

Oh I don't know, could be worse ... he could be dancing in front of many.

Joe </font>

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Originally posted by Berlichtingen:

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

Anyone here have a scenario waiting to be tested or somefink? I offer one AAR of "Bridges of le muy" in return.

I got one I can send you... have to wait 'til I get home though </font>
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Originally posted by Boo Radley:

we should all call up and order several dozen pizzas apiece to be delivered to his door?

And maybe one or two male prostitutes?

Trying to drum up business for both your part time jobs, Boo?

Steve

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Originally posted by Boo Radley:

Seanachai,

If today is indeed your birthday, have a very happy one. Birthday, that is.

If it is NOT your birthday today... then just bugger off, okay?

XXOO,

Boo

Boo, know that I honour you, and I shall, in any case, bugger off.

Locally, for the next 1&1/2 hours, I shall forego dying, however briefly, to contemplate the fact that I ultimately will die.

But you know, I woke up this morning, and I thought, 'Bah!', and, of course, everyone I knew in town called to say 'So, it's your birthday, are you happy or sad?'

And all the days that were leading up to this, I was simply irritable. It meant nothing to me. It was a day that found me, a very bad man, still alive, while much better people were gone.

But do you know, I got up this morning (and, strangely enough, I actually got up this morning), and I thought:

Yeah. I'm glad to be here. Glad to be here with all my memories. Glad to be here, and with me is everyone I've ever known. Glad to be here, and still, however poorly, playing CM.

Glad to be here, knowing Peng, and Berl, and the Fair Emma, and still shaking my head over the Justicar, and still standing beneath a tree full of rats, but basically: Still Standing.

And after the Holocaust, the gods made the Peng Challenge Thread, to show the stupid people the way that they should go.

And we mainly threw empty beer bottles at the stupid people until the sky darkened, and the stars came out, and the night became glorious.

It's a glorious night here in Minnesota. The smell of the lilac and apple blossoms are drifting in from the yard next door.

Thanks for another year, you sodding bastards. Thanks for another year, you gods, that look down upon us all, and laugh at what we do here.

Goodbye Kathleen Marie Pemble-Bramhall. Goodbye to you, Jim Boggs. Both of you are with me yet. Nothing is gone that is not lost.

As for the rest of you lot of scurrying vermin, BRING ME A BEER, AND A WHISKY!

ONE HOUR BEFORE THE ENDING OF THE HOLIEST DAY ON EARTH, AND NOT ONE OF YOU FECKING TOADS, BESIDES BOO (WHO'S TOO DRUNK TO BE SURE) AND NOT A ONE OF YOU LOT HAS WISHED ME A HAPPY FECKING BIRTHDAY?!

Berli, pass me the fecking bottle. You were right.

Ah, the ingratitude of the ungrateful. It's almost better than whisky!

Just not quite....

[ May 09, 2005, 09:02 PM: Message edited by: Seanachai ]

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Is it your birthday then?

Hmmmm, wonder how that could have escaped our notice?

As to there being better people gone, no doubt that's true, but you've managed to outlive Saddam's sons and there's some justice in that.

Don't put yourself down lad ... that's our job.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY, ye daft Irish loon.

Joe

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Oh, and the final jolly singsong, because perhaps I'm getting stale, here, and must find someplace new to be a fool...

When I tell you that I love you

Don't test my love

Accept my love, don't test my love

Cause maybe I don't love you all that much

Don't ask what kind of music I'm gonna play tonight

Just stay awhile, hear for yourself awhile

And if you must put me in a box, make sure it's a big box

With lots of windows

And a door to walk through

And a nice high chimney

So we can burn burn burn everything that we don't like

And watch the ashes fly up to Heaven

Maybe all the way to India

I'd like that

All the ancient kings came to my door

They said "Do you want to be an ancient king too?"

I said "Oh yes very much

But I think my timing's wrong"

They said "Time is relative

Or did you misread Einstien"

I said "Do you really mean it?"

They said "What do you think we come here for

Our goddamn health or something?"

Everybody's waiting for the Messiah

The Jews are waiting

The Christians are waiting

Oh so are the Muslims

It's like everybody's waiting

They been waiting a long time

I know how I hate to wait

Like even for a bus or something

An important phone call

So I can imagine how darned impatient

Everyone must be getting

So I think it's time now

Time to reveal myself

I am the Messiah

I am the Messiah

Yes I think you heard me right

I am the Messiah

I was gonna wait till next year

Build up the suspense a little

Make it a really big surprise

But I could not resist

It's like when you got a really big secret

You're just bursting to tell someone

It was kinda like that with this

And now that I've told you

I feel this great weight lifted

Dr. Nusbaum was right

He's my therapist

He said get it out in the open

I spent ten whole days in Jerusalem

Mmmm Jerusalem sweet Jerusalem

And all I ate was olives

Nothing but olives

Mountains of olives

It was a good ten days

I like olives

I like you too

So When I tell you that I love you

Don't test my love

Accept my love, don't test my love

Cause maybe I don't love you all that much

Jerusalem

-Dan Bern

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