Seanachai Posted November 23, 2004 Author Share Posted November 23, 2004 Originally posted by Michael Emrys: If you don't remove that goddamned quote of R. Reagan from your sig line, snakes will grow out of your eyes and you won't be able to hide your true identity any more, Evil One. Michael Berli is the Evil One. And what Ronnie actually said was 'It's just that our Liberal friends believe so many thinks that we don't want to be so.' He was getting a little unclear, at that point. Well on his way to believing what his handlers told him to say. I think that's what led to the Alzheimers. If you accept too much rhetoric as the truth, it induces a sort of conservative 'mad cow' disease. But enough of all this. Who's for a jolly singsong? Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Mace Posted November 23, 2004 Share Posted November 23, 2004 Originally posted by Seanachai: Who's for a jolly singsong? Uh oh! *flees* Mace Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Seanachai Posted November 23, 2004 Author Share Posted November 23, 2004 Originally posted by Mace: </font><blockquote>quote:</font><hr />Originally posted by Seanachai: Who's for a jolly singsong? Uh oh! *flees* Mace </font> Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Seanachai Posted November 23, 2004 Author Share Posted November 23, 2004 Blood hamster, blood hamster! Shaw, me ol' mate. What about this demand for a Blood Hamster match? Methinks me thuggish henchman, Boo, hast called thee out. Not that I don't know that you have many demands on your time...places to be, people to correct. But it's been so f'ing long since we had a good Blood Hamster! Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
37mm Posted November 23, 2004 Share Posted November 23, 2004 Originally posted by Michael Emrys: ...The Apocalypso has begun!!! [/QB]Did I not say earlier in this 'Peng forsaken illegitimate thread' that dark tidings are upon us all… Did any of you bloody well listen? No! My quest is complete I lost my frigging charger (ran over by a T-34), my armour was, to be frank, useless though I think it protected me from at least some of those shell splinters and the less I say about my bitten sword the better. Peng himself hath blessed me as Messiah! And dear Peng don’t we all need it! Some amongst us (I won’t say who) consider following every bleeding little rule exactly as proposed in section 13-5a is some Pengless rule book as more important than hatred, vitriol & contempt. Put it this way in this fricking 'awful thread that should not be' how many challenges have there been? Two! By whom? Me & Boo :mad: ! Even this wretched Boo who hath but a fraction of the wit of thy former Boo still possesses more Pengnossity than all of you combined. Meanwhile the ‘ Justicar’ cares not for blood hamsters but instead allows this place to become the new ebay, model shop and thread for ‘discussing every game under the sun except Combat Mission’! People here are discussing openly feelings of non-hatred, indeed some people are even proclaiming others as ‘cool*’! If things continue along this path well I think we (as in you lot) deserve apocalypso! * This may be a misplaced criticism surely people must mean dalem should be cool... as in minus 180 degrees centigrade cool? Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Nidan1 Posted November 23, 2004 Share Posted November 23, 2004 How about a sing a long of a tune apropos of an Apocalypso !!! Hit it mates!!! This is the end, beautiful friend This is the end, my only friend The end of our elaborate plans The end of everything that stands The end No safety or surprise The end I'll never look into your eyes again Can you picture what will be So limitless and free Desperately in need of some stranger's hand In a desperate land Lost in a Roman wilderness of pain And all the children are insane All the children are insane Waiting for the summer rain There's danger on the edge of town Ride the King's highway Weird scenes inside the gold mine Ride the highway West, baby Ride the snake Ride the snake To the lake To the lake The ancient lake, baby The snake is long Seven miles Ride the snake He's old And his skin is cold The West is the best The West is the best Get here and we'll do the rest The blue bus is calling us The blue bus is calling us Driver, where are you taking us? The killer awoke before dawn He put his boots on He took a face from the ancient gallery And he walked on down the hall He went into the room where his sister lived And then he paid a visit to his brother And then he walked on down the hall And he came to a door And he looked inside Father Yes son? I want to kill you Mother, I want to. . . C'mon baby, take a chance with us C'mon baby, take a chance with us C'mon baby, take a chance with us And meet me at the back of the blue bus This is the end, beautiful friend This is the end, my only friend The end It hurts to set you free But you'll never follow me The end of laughter and soft lies The end of nights we tried to die This is the end Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Noba Posted November 23, 2004 Share Posted November 23, 2004 Posted by a Fewmillimetresshort: Me & Boo :mad: !The song is: Me and YOU, and a Dog named Boo!. <font size=+2>*BooT*</font> Yawn. Some <font size=-2>Messiah</font> you turn out to be. Noba. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
dalem Posted November 23, 2004 Share Posted November 23, 2004 Originally posted by Seanachai: Did you accomplish anything on Sunday? I ate rice, later. I stared at the empty bottles in the kitchen and said "Ooooog" a lot. When I woke up later that afternoon my mouth felt like Satan had taken a dump in a Brooklyn cabbie's mouth and that Brooklyn cabbie had turned around and forced me to drink too much and smoke too many cigars. Then I went "Ooooooog" a lot. Seanachai, this is fer you: When the sun goes down, the tide goes out, The people gather 'round and they all begin to shout, "Hey! Hey! Uncle Dud, It's a treat to beat your feet on the Mississippi Mud. It's a treat to beat your feet on the Mississippi Mud". What a dance do they do! Lordy, how I'm tellin' you... They don't need no band... They keep time by clappin' their hand... Just as happy as a cow chewin' on a cud, When the people beat their feet on the Mississippi Mud. Lordy, how they play it! Goodness, how they sway it! Uncle Joe, Uncle Jim, How they pound the mire with vigor and vim! Joy! that music thrills me! Boy! it nearly kills me! What a show when they go! Say! they beat it up either fast or slow. When the sun goes down, the tide goes out, The people gather 'round and they all begin to shout, "Hey! Hey! Uncle Dud, It's a treat to beat your feet on the Mississippi Mud. It's a treat to beat your feet on the Mississippi Mud". What a dance do they do! Lordy, how I'm tellin' you... They don't need no band... They keep time by clappin' their hand. Just as happy as a cow chewin' on a cud. When the people beat their feet on the Mississippi Mud. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Joe Shaw Posted November 23, 2004 Share Posted November 23, 2004 Originally posted by Seanachai: Blood hamster, blood hamster! Shaw, me ol' mate. What about this demand for a Blood Hamster match? Methinks me thuggish henchman, Boo, hast called thee out. Not that I don't know that you have many demands on your time...places to be, people to correct. But it's been so f'ing long since we had a good Blood Hamster! Really? Is that how you interpret that? Sorry old man but I simply can't take YOUR word for that ... or anything else now that I think on it. I shall require, REQUIRE mind you, a COGENT and COHERENT request from the challenger before I can even consider the matter. I'm of the opinion that the lad is off his meds AGAIN ... of course in HIS case "meds" can be construed as yet another overdose of cough medicine. Joe Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Hiram Sedai Posted November 23, 2004 Share Posted November 23, 2004 Joe Shaw is scared of Boo!! tee hee Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Lars Posted November 23, 2004 Share Posted November 23, 2004 Originally posted by dalem: </font><blockquote>quote:</font><hr />Originally posted by Seanachai: Did you accomplish anything on Sunday? I ate rice, later. I stared at the empty bottles in the kitchen and said "Ooooog" a lot. When I woke up later that afternoon my mouth felt like Satan had taken a dump in a Brooklyn cabbie's mouth and that Brooklyn cabbie had turned around and forced me to drink too much and smoke too many cigars. Then I went "Ooooooog" a lot. </font> Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Berlichtingen Posted November 23, 2004 Share Posted November 23, 2004 Originally posted by Seanachai: Come, Mr. Tallyman, tally me bananas! You can tally yer own bananas, boy-o Emrys! Dorosh! Andreas! We ride! Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Croda Posted November 23, 2004 Share Posted November 23, 2004 Originally posted by Noba: </font><blockquote>quote:</font><hr />Originally posted by Hiram Sedai: Fehum and Pootum!! Still refusing to ever post in this thread now that it was absconded by the Bard. Lee Oh, I was hating Croda back when it was fashionable. Don't try so hard to be just like me. - Hiram t-shirts available in the lobby Everybody hates Croda. It's a universal truth. Ever since his game-cracking-win by his shermans against my poor code-reduced Uber Kitties, life has revolved around revenge. And it shall be mine. Croda, as the top of your head appeared from the bottom of the 'pool. Did you feel the w a f t of a 2 iron as it made practise over your pointy protuberance of a pustule you call your head? Did you have a momentary shiver of anticipation? A feeling of "oh sh*te", an anticipation of loss? This shall be your fate. A CMAK game v3 of your choice. I shall triumph. You shall lose, big time. You will sink back to the depths of the 'pool, never to resurface. A shame that not even victory over Hiram could erase, but then any victory over Hiram is devalued by his his inability to paint straight lines on his models. Send a setup. Noba. </font> Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Berlichtingen Posted November 23, 2004 Share Posted November 23, 2004 Originally posted by Nidan1: How about a sing a long of a tune apropos of an Apocalypso !!! Hit it mates!!! This is the end... I see you left out some of the more colorful bits Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Joe Shaw Posted November 23, 2004 Share Posted November 23, 2004 Originally posted by Hiram Sedai: Joe Shaw is scared of Boo!! tee hee PROCEDURE Hiram, RULES and PROCEDURE MUST be followed or we are no better than the dumb animals of the field ... and who would really wants to be known as an Australian ... or an Ohioan for that matter? Joe Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Hiram Sedai Posted November 23, 2004 Share Posted November 23, 2004 Joe is making excuses cause he's askeered of liddle ol' Boo. tee hee PS I'm going to go home and work on my 1/33rd scale Sherman 106MM tank thingy. I got that weathering thing down!! [ November 23, 2004, 01:33 PM: Message edited by: Hiram Sedai ] [ November 23, 2004, 01:34 PM: Message edited by: Hiram Sedai ] Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
MrPeng Posted November 23, 2004 Share Posted November 23, 2004 Hiram you hairy little underpantsgnome... oh never mind. Putrescent little wormtails like you aren't worth the effort to abuse. I mean, I could sit here and write a couple of paragraphs about what a fetid dung-eating carrion bug you are but what would I gain? Sore fingers? flatulence? 4th place in a fantasy football league? No. none of the above. What I would get out of it would be less than a gnat's phart of pressure relief pleasure. An atomless thingless thing of non-volumesque notness. It would be infinitesmal I tell you. So I wont take the time to write that you should be ritually disemboweled and your adipose rendered and poured on dale's doritos. Nope. not gonna doit. I'm not going to sit here and make up horrific ways to make you suffer as your pathetic life ebbs before your de-oculated eyes. I wont suggest that your spleen be sold to an old gypsy woman for 47 cents or that we lop off each hairy toe from littlest piggy to biggest - and insert them - flaming - into your right nostril, because that would just be a waste of my time. I'm not going to spend the last 30 minutes of my workday, when I should be converting tables from DB2 to SQL2K (the sublime to the ridiculous), sitting here and saying "hey, why don't we all slice bits of hiram's fuzzy bum, skewer them, barbque them and give them to homeless people for a light snack?" because my valuable time would be much better spent mapping fields from one table to another, or even standing around flapping my arms and making a noise like a wild turkey. So I wont ask anyone to help me drag you down to the column mill and feed you through it so you get teardrop shaped holes in your limbs and the scap bits drop all bloody and gorey into the bins we send to the steel mills for recovery. That would be dull dull dull as would the next phase where we sick a team of welders on you ... I've got much more important places to do and people to go than to gabble on about your tongue being scraped with a box grater or your gonads being slowly squeezed with vice-grips or your various sphincters being used to seal off appropriately sized helium baloons. What good would that do me? What's in it for me, Peng, to say that your idiot whining and sissy-boy harumphing are about as clever as banging two rocks together? Not much. I would get no pleasure from it. And the critics would all say "Oh, Peng's not very good at this is he? I heard he could taunt the birds out of their eggs or somfink. but this is really terrible. tsk tsk. Can't believe he's got a thread named after him." So I think I'll just get back to work, or maybe better yet I'll go make a fool of myself in front of the new chippie in National Accounts. She's kinda cute in a severe "don't f*ck with me" way. I wonder if she likes internet porn as much as I do? Anyway, time spent abusing you is time I could spend abusing my old fellah - hey, I have an office with a door - so I think I'll do that instead. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Michael Emrys Posted November 23, 2004 Share Posted November 23, 2004 Pure poetry. Michael Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
stikkypixie Posted November 23, 2004 Share Posted November 23, 2004 Originally posted by Michael Emrys: Pure poetry. Michael You actually read all of that? Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Michael Emrys Posted November 23, 2004 Share Posted November 23, 2004 Originally posted by stikkypixie: </font><blockquote>quote:</font><hr />Originally posted by Michael Emrys: Pure poetry. Michael You actually read all of that? </font> Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Hiram Sedai Posted November 23, 2004 Share Posted November 23, 2004 Ah, MrPeng...to think that I deified you until I met you and learned. I learned that you have the attention span of a hummingbird, so I'm pretty sure you won't even read this response. That was an excellent lesson on how to type alot and say nothing. Your insults were pitiful and your middle aged whining made me pity you. I feel sorry for you, MRPeng. Rest your paunch on your keyboard, hack up the other lung, and take heed. In fact, take your palsied index finger and click the print button on this page. This may be refrigerator worthy. When you put your bifocals on, I want you to read and perhaps comprehend this. This was never about you. There was a time when you mattered, but that microsecond has passed and only your real buddy in South Philly still humors you. If you actually post in the next Peng thread or the one after that, I might deign to reply to you once more. Until such time, I encourage, no...I admonish you to keep your trap shut. See? That was to the point and didn't wander off into some middle aged fantasies about bygone days. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Boo Radley Posted November 24, 2004 Share Posted November 24, 2004 Originally posted by Joe Shaw: </font><blockquote>quote:</font><hr />Originally posted by Seanachai: Blood hamster, blood hamster! Shaw, me ol' mate. What about this demand for a Blood Hamster match? Methinks me thuggish henchman, Boo, hast called thee out. Not that I don't know that you have many demands on your time...places to be, people to correct. But it's been so f'ing long since we had a good Blood Hamster! Really? Is that how you interpret that? Sorry old man but I simply can't take YOUR word for that ... or anything else now that I think on it. I shall require, REQUIRE mind you, a COGENT and COHERENT request from the challenger before I can even consider the matter. I'm of the opinion that the lad is off his meds AGAIN ... of course in HIS case "meds" can be construed as yet another overdose of cough medicine. Joe </font> Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
MrPeng Posted November 24, 2004 Share Posted November 24, 2004 Originally posted by Hiram Sedai: snipped for readabilitatiousness That was an excellent lesson on how to type alot and say nothing. Your insults were pitiful and your middle aged whining made me pity you. snip abit brother When you put your bifocals on, I want you to read and perhaps comprehend this. sniperificalatonailification as I said before... And the critics would all say "Oh, Peng's not very good at this is he? I heard he could taunt the birds out of their eggs or somfink. but this is really terrible. tsk tsk. Can't believe he's got a thread named after him." You have to know these things when you're Peng. Oh, and PS they're not bi-focals; they're progressive lenses. Bi-focals are so 20th century. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
OGSF Posted November 24, 2004 Share Posted November 24, 2004 Gamey oopdate!! Ah beat tha feck oot o' tha stankin' AI ain CMAK V1.01 thas evenin'. Tha Eyetalians clobbered tha Pommy bastarrrds ain sum Rune creashun' aboot a feckin Wadi or sumthin'. Anyhoo, Ah feckin WON, an' yoo lot stank o' vegetable farrrts fraim a kelpie's bum. Dalem as a poxy back slidin' gear shifter wi' tha florid cheeks o' a Belgium lassie. Ah'm tae feckin' busy tae saind ye a gam Jimmy, sae ye kin stuff pineapples oop ye arrrse till supperteem. Feckers! Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
MrPeng Posted November 24, 2004 Share Posted November 24, 2004 Originally posted by Michael Emrys: Pure poetry. Michael Bank says the funds have been transferred to your account. Thanks. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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