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Originally posted by dalem:

MOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!

I have procured more rum.

MOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!

MOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!

Merry Christmas to all the Ladies, and Kitty-drape-climber-felinia-extraordinnaire.

MOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!

This is where the term, "grognard" originates: one who drinks so much it affects his ability to get it up.

From the English: "grog," meaning booze

From the American "nards" meaning balls or nuts

Kitty

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Originally posted by Kitty:

This is where the term, "grognard" originates: one who drinks so much it affects his ability to get it up.

From the English: "grog," meaning booze

From the American "nards" meaning balls or nuts

Kitty

Ahhh, but grog or no grog, I assure you I remain quite rampant, Milady.
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Originally posted by Mace:

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

I assure you I remain quite rampant, Milady.

I told you not to eat those Blue tablets from Joe Shaw's medicine cabinet, that they weren't M&Ms.

Mace </font>

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Think about this for a minute, just to please me:

Are we to believe that no one on the Ford Marketing Team hesitated and raised the point 'Gee, guys and gals, I don't know if 'Probe' is such a good name for the car...'

Which leads me to my belief that 'all the good names are already taken'. In the years to come I predict that we will start to see an upsurge in 'theme' names.

Within two years, I predict that all new cars will have an 'Oriental Theme'.

We will be seeing the Chevy 'Rending Tiger', and the Pontiac 'Wading Heron'.

Within five years we will see a trend towards 'Historical Leaders'.

Ford will release the 'Wellington', to be met by BMW's 'Napoleon'.

Finally, by the year 2010, things will go something of a full circle, and an American Car manufacturer (manufacturing in Guatemala with home offices in Brazil), will do a massive media campaign for the all new, all American 'Panzerkampfwagen Mark IV'.

It will become an immediate classic.

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Originally posted by dalem:

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

This is where the term, "grognard" originates: one who drinks so much it affects his ability to get it up.

From the English: "grog," meaning booze

From the American "nards" meaning balls or nuts

Kitty

Ahhh, but grog or no grog, I assure you I remain quite rampant, Milady. </font>
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Merry Christmas, maggots and Ladies of the 'Cess.

GRGRAARGHGHRGGHHHHH!!!!!!!!

I see you've taken over the Waffle with Penguinese.

In ways not unlike saying, "Ni!" we can fight back, you know. Imaging the MBT filled with smilies. Big, honkin' smilies. Something along the lines of

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Very nasty, that.

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Hugs and kisses,

Snarker

[ December 25, 2003, 02:10 PM: Message edited by: Snarker ]

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Originally posted by Seanachai:

Sleep well, and sleep soundly, oh thou Cesspoolers!

For we have watched over you all this night.

Your Queen.

The Olde Ones

And those fecking Aussies.

All of us.

You were never alone. You are never alone. We are always with you.

Now, someone piss off and fetch me an ale.

Three fricken years of me calling you a queen and you got your panties in a bunch. You call yourself a queen and it's okay. Merry Fricken Christmas.
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Originally posted by Noba:

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

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

This is where the term, "grognard" originates: one who drinks so much it affects his ability to get it up.

From the English: "grog," meaning booze

From the American "nards" meaning balls or nuts

Kitty

Ahhh, but grog or no grog, I assure you I remain quite rampant, Milady. </font>
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Originally posted by Joe Shaw:

That's because you weren't among us when Radio Free Peng took over the Waffle thread last night. Those who were there: me, Mace, Seanachi, Boo, Berli, and dalem. Four pages and 3 hours of hilarious MBT hijinks! They got mad and started a new thread. =)

Kitty

[ December 25, 2003, 02:01 PM: Message edited by: Kitty ]

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Originally posted by Kitty:

Radio Free Peng took over the Waffle thread last night. Those who were there: me, Mace, Seanachi, Boo, Berli, and dalem.

Well I see it as my devine mission, taking our fine MBT enlightenement to the uneducated, unwashed and may I say it, stinky barbarians.

Ahhhh life as a missionary.

I could enjoy that type of position!

Mace

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Originally posted by Kitty:

</font><blockquote>quote:</font><hr />Originally posted by Joe Shaw:

That's because you weren't among us when Radio Free Peng took over the Waffle thread last night. Those who were there: me, Mace, Seanachi, Boo, Berli, and dalem. Four pages and 3 hours of hilarious MBT hijinks! They got mad and started a new thread. =)

Kitty </font>

Nobody got mad. You hit 305 posts... the padlock brigade would have been very upset if it kept going!
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Originally posted by Snarker:

Nobody got mad. You hit 305 posts... the padlock brigade would have been very upset if it kept going!

Don't worry about Kitty. She's as sharp as a rolling pin.

What the hell are you doing over here when you should be gracing The Brood with your presence. :mad: :mad:

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Originally posted by Kitty:

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

Don't worry about Kitty. She's as sharp as a rolling pin.

Coming from a Pom I'll take that for what it's worth: nothing. Now go get a tan and fix your feckin' teeth, Pomboy.

Kitty </font>

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Originally posted by Kitty:

Coming from a Pom I'll take that for what it's worth: nothing. Now go get a tan and fix your feckin' teeth, Pomboy.

Are you casting dispar... disp... bad remarks toward our fine English friends? Why if it weren't for Englishmen we wouldn't have...

have...

err...

Well, I'm sure they're good for somefink

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Originally posted by Berlichtingen:

Bugger...

Have a bit of a chat with Our Lovely and Most Regal Queen this evening. Sippin' a Royal Dram or six and suddenly, outta bloody nowhere, I start singin' 'Wild Rover

Indeed .... all three verses and how many chorus's????????????

Brought a tear to my eyes it did!!!!

*Hic..

For Berli ....

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Courtesy of Snarker..

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Time fer a bloody sing-song...

There was a wild Colonial Boy,

Jack Doolan was his name,

Of poor but honest parents,

He was born in Castlemaine.

He was his father's only hope

His mother's pride and joy,

And dearly did his parents love

The Wild Colonial Boy.

So come away me hearties

We'll roam the mountains high,

Together we will plunder

And together we will die.

We'll scour along the valleys

And we'll gallop or'er the plains,

And scorn to live in slavery,

Bound down by iron chains.

At the age of sixteen years

He left his native home,

And to Australia's sunny shores

A bushranger did roam.

They put him in the iron gang

In the government employ,

But never an iron on earth could hold

The Wild Colonial Boy

So come away me hearties

We'll roam the mountains high,

Together we will plunder

And together we will die.

We'll scour along the valleys

And we'll gallop or'er the plains,

And scorn to live in slavery,

Bound down by iron chains.

In sixty-one this daring youth

Commenced his wild career,

With a heart that knew no danger

And no foreman did he fear.

He stuck up the Beechworth mail coach

And robbed Judge MacEvoy

Who, trembling cold, gave up his gold

To the Wild Colonial Boy

So come away me hearties

We'll roam the mountains high,

Together we will plunder

And together we will die.

We'll scour along the valleys

And we'll gallop or'er the plains,

And scorn to live in slavery,

Bound down by iron chains.

He bade the Judge good morning

And he told him to beware,

That he'd never rob a needy man

Or one who acted square,

But a Judge who'd robed a mother

Of her one and only joy

Sure, he must be a worse outlaw than

The Wild Colonial Boy

So come away me hearties

We'll roam the mountains high,

Together we will plunder

And together we will die.

We'll scour along the valleys

And we'll gallop or'er the plains,

And scorn to live in slavery,

Bound down by iron chains.

One day as Jack was riding

The mountainside along,

A- listening to the little birds

Their happy laughing song.

Three mounted troopers came along,

Kelly, Davis and Fitzroy

With a warrant for the capture of

The Wild Colonial Boy.

So come away me hearties

We'll roam the mountains high,

Together we will plunder

And together we will die.

We'll scour along the valleys

And we'll gallop or'er the plains,

And scorn to live in slavery,

Bound down by iron chains.

'Surrender now! Jack Doolan,

For you see it's three to one;

Surrender in the Queen's own name,

You are a highwayman.'

Jack drew his pistol from his belt

And waved it like a toy,

'I'll fight, but not surrender,' cried

The Wild Colonial Boy.

So come away me hearties

We'll roam the mountains high,

Together we will plunder

And together we will die.

We'll scour along the valleys

And we'll gallop or'er the plains,

And scorn to live in slavery,

Bound down by iron chains.

He fired at trooper Kelly

And brought him to the ground,

And in return from Davis,

Received a mortal wound,

All shattered through the jaws he lay

Still firing at Fitzroy,

And that's the way they captured him,

The Wild Colonial Boy.

So come away me hearties

We'll roam the mountains high,

Together we will plunder

And together we will die.

We'll scour along the valleys

And we'll gallop or'er the plains,

And scorn to live in slavery,

Bound down by iron chains.

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