Berlichtingen Posted January 14, 2004 Share Posted January 14, 2004 Originally posted by Seanachai: Where's our bloody Queen...Well, I had a small cask of Madeira... Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Seanachai Posted January 14, 2004 Share Posted January 14, 2004 Originally posted by Berlichtingen: </font><blockquote>quote:</font><hr />Originally posted by Seanachai: Where's our bloody Queen...Well, I had a small cask of Madeira... </font> Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Mace Posted January 14, 2004 Share Posted January 14, 2004 Originally posted by Kitty: Said the sexually disfunctional.Did I say something? Mace Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
**YK2** Posted January 14, 2004 Share Posted January 14, 2004 Originally posted by Seanacoochie: Where's our bloody Queen...Waiting.......... Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Mace Posted January 14, 2004 Share Posted January 14, 2004 btw isn't email spamming fun? There's something very satisfying in having some one broadcast 'STOP SPAMMING MY EMAIL ADDY, YA BASTAGES!!!' Mace Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Seanachai Posted January 14, 2004 Share Posted January 14, 2004 14 days, you gang of half-wit fools. Mark January 28th on your fecking calendars. I want each and every one of you lackwits here on January 28th. I want you to think about your Mums, your Dads, and your family. I want you to show up with something significant to say, be it ever so personally significant, regarding family. And I want you to address it to our Fair Queen Emma, and her Dad. Memorial Day is for all of us. January 28th is for our Queen. Let us make January 28th the Memorial Day of the Peng Challenge Thread. And you lot of raccoon droppings are here for only one purpose. Show our Queen your hearts. Share with us everything that makes Family strong. You have two weeks. Amaze me. [ January 14, 2004, 04:35 AM: Message edited by: Seanachai ] Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Nidan1 Posted January 14, 2004 Share Posted January 14, 2004 I had a dream, which was not all a dream. The bright sun was extinguish'd, and the stars Did wander darkling in the eternal space, Rayless, and pathless, and the icy earth Swung blind and blackening in the moonless air; Morn came and went--and came, and brought no day, And men forgot their passions in the dread Of this their desolation; and all hearts Were chill'd into a selfish prayer for light: And they did live by watchfires--and the thrones, The palaces of crowned kings--the huts, The habitations of all things which dwell, Were burnt for beacons; cities were consum'd, And men were gather'd round their blazing homes To look once more into each other's face; Happy were those who dwelt within the eye Of the volcanos, and their mountain-torch: A fearful hope was all the world contain'd; Forests were set on fire--but hour by hour They fell and faded--and the crackling trunks Extinguish'd with a crash--and all was black. The brows of men by the despairing light Wore an unearthly aspect, as by fits The flashes fell upon them; some lay down And hid their eyes and wept; and some did rest Their chins upon their clenched hands, and smil'd; And others hurried to and fro, and fed Their funeral piles with fuel, and look'd up With mad disquietude on the dull sky, The pall of a past world; and then again With curses cast them down upon the dust, And gnash'd their teeth and howl'd: the wild birds shriek'd And, terrified, did flutter on the ground, And flap their useless wings; the wildest brutes Came tame and tremulous; and vipers crawl'd And twin'd themselves among the multitude, Hissing, but stingless--they were slain for food. And War, which for a moment was no more, Did glut himself again: a meal was bought With blood, and each sate sullenly apart Gorging himself in gloom: no love was left; All earth was but one thought--and that was death Immediate and inglorious; and the pang Of famine fed upon all entrails--men Died, and their bones were tombless as their flesh; The meagre by the meagre were devour'd, Even dogs assail'd their masters, all save one, And he was faithful to a corse, and kept The birds and beasts and famish'd men at bay, Till hunger clung them, or the dropping dead Lur'd their lank jaws; himself sought out no food, But with a piteous and perpetual moan, And a quick desolate cry, licking the hand Which answer'd not with a caress--he died. The crowd was famish'd by degrees; but two Of an enormous city did survive, And they were enemies: they met beside The dying embers of an altar-place Where had been heap'd a mass of holy things For an unholy usage; they rak'd up, And shivering scrap'd with their cold skeleton hands The feeble ashes, and their feeble breath Blew for a little life, and made a flame Which was a mockery; then they lifted up Their eyes as it grew lighter, and beheld Each other's aspects--saw, and shriek'd, and died-- Even of their mutual hideousness they died, Unknowing who he was upon whose brow Famine had written Fiend. The world was void, The populous and the powerful was a lump, Seasonless, herbless, treeless, manless, lifeless-- A lump of death--a chaos of hard clay. The rivers, lakes and ocean all stood still, And nothing stirr'd within their silent depths; Ships sailorless lay rotting on the sea, And their masts fell down piecemeal: as they dropp'd They slept on the abyss without a surge-- The waves were dead; the tides were in their grave, The moon, their mistress, had expir'd before; The winds were wither'd in the stagnant air, And the clouds perish'd; Darkness had no need Of aid from them--She was the Universe. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest konrad Posted January 14, 2004 Share Posted January 14, 2004 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Nidan1 Posted January 14, 2004 Share Posted January 14, 2004 Originally posted by lenakonrad: Nice "X" Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Boo Radley Posted January 14, 2004 Share Posted January 14, 2004 Originally posted by Seanachai: Be quiet. I'm contemplating the glory of the 5 CDs of music I've been preparing as my Major Opus for Boo Radley. The titles, I'm thinking, are: God, Life, the Devil, the World, and the Jolly Sing-Song. And each song is fitted into it's place. Let me see if I understand this correctly. You are in the process of compiling a 5 CD set containing music that YOU think pertains in some way to me? How far through it did your Morrissey collection carry you? Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Jim Boggs Posted January 14, 2004 Share Posted January 14, 2004 Originally posted by Seanachai: I looked at all the years behind, and all the years ahead, and realized that fecking accountants were in charge of Life. Ah yes, at last the scales of blindness have dropped from your eyes. Balance my good gnome, everything must balance. For every sale there is a cost of sales. For every touchdown pass there is a defensive back beaten and humiliated. For every long-winded post you make, there is a one-liner from Berli. Always a balance, cause and effect, trial and error, Boo and humor, it goes on and on. It has been and will for ever more be. Oh and to avoid confusion, bankers are NOT accountants. Bankers are the mold on a piece of bread, the pile of warmth the neighbor's dog leaves in your yard, the one who tries to sneak through the express aisle with 12 items. Especially those in Utah. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Lars Posted January 14, 2004 Share Posted January 14, 2004 Originally posted by Leeo: Weep for my poor Green and Conscript Italians trying to cross a flat cratered desert against the indomitable Brits. WEEP FOR ME! You sent somebody else that abortion of a map too? I'll not weep for you, I'm too busy laughing. What a idjit... SSN Hint Of The Day: Get into a heated argument about the weather. Now sod off. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Boo Radley Posted January 14, 2004 Share Posted January 14, 2004 Originally posted by Lars: </font><blockquote>quote:</font><hr />Originally posted by Leeo: Weep for my poor Green and Conscript Italians trying to cross a flat cratered desert against the indomitable Brits. WEEP FOR ME! You sent somebody else that abortion of a map too? I'll not weep for you, I'm too busy laughing. What a idjit... SSN Hint Of The Day: Get into a heated argument about the weather. Now sod off. </font> Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Papa Khann Posted January 14, 2004 Share Posted January 14, 2004 Seanachai, I'd show you my heart, but as we both know, I share a certain affliction with one of the characters from The Wizard of Oz. Comes in right handy in my new line of work. Now send me the promised setup. I know you probably don't remember promising anything because, well, you were mightily intoxicated. But when haven't you been? Now off with you, lad. Something in the desert, if you please. I want to imagine what it would feel like to be warm again. dalem, you're a dive-bombing, machine gun strafing cur. No matter. Regardless of your puny efforts to humiliate me, your animals still like me best. As for the rest of you, sod off. Ladies of the Pool excepted, of course. Papa Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Leeo Posted January 14, 2004 Share Posted January 14, 2004 Originally posted by Boo Radley: </font><blockquote>quote:</font><hr />Originally posted by Lars: </font><blockquote>quote:</font><hr />Originally posted by Leeo: Weep for my poor Green and Conscript Italians trying to cross a flat cratered desert against the indomitable Brits. You sent somebody else that abortion of a map too? </font> Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
dalem Posted January 14, 2004 Share Posted January 14, 2004 Originally posted by Papa Khann: Seanachai, I'd show you my heart, but as we both know, I share a certain affliction with one of the characters from The Wizard of Oz. You have a tufty tail? You require oil in your cracks before you can move? You look fetching in a checkered dress? You ride in a small wicker basket? You have a weewee made of straw? You are a patron saint of male homosexuals everywhere? You appear and disappear in great clouds of oily green smoke? Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Lars Posted January 14, 2004 Share Posted January 14, 2004 Originally posted by Leeo: The map I sent to Lars was a piece of ****e carefully crafted by me in the scenario editor The map I sent to Boo was a piece of ****e haphazardly created by the random scenario generator Boo, you lucky sod, you got the better map. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Boo Radley Posted January 14, 2004 Share Posted January 14, 2004 Originally posted by Lars: </font><blockquote>quote:</font><hr />Originally posted by Leeo: The map I sent to Lars was a piece of ****e carefully crafted by me in the scenario editor The map I sent to Boo was a piece of ****e haphazardly created by the random scenario generator Boo, you lucky sod, you got the better map. </font> Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Boo Radley Posted January 14, 2004 Share Posted January 14, 2004 Originally posted by dalem: </font><blockquote>quote:</font><hr />Originally posted by Papa Khann: Seanachai, I'd show you my heart, but as we both know, I share a certain affliction with one of the characters from The Wizard of Oz. You have a tufty tail? You require oil in your cracks before you can move? You look fetching in a checkered dress? You ride in a small wicker basket? You have a weewee made of straw? You are a patron saint of male homosexuals everywhere? You appear and disappear in great clouds of oily green smoke? </font> Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
dalem Posted January 14, 2004 Share Posted January 14, 2004 Originally posted by Boo Radley: None of the above. Papa Kahn relaxing at home. He's sparklier. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Papa Khann Posted January 14, 2004 Share Posted January 14, 2004 dalem, you made it sound like those were questions. Boo, back in your cage, before the keeper finds you. And yes, I am much sparklier than that. Papa Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Yeknodathon Posted January 14, 2004 Share Posted January 14, 2004 Originally posted by Papa Khann: And yes, I am much sparklier than that.Why are you on a stick? Yeknod Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Patchy Posted January 14, 2004 Share Posted January 14, 2004 Originally posted by Yeknodathon: </font><blockquote>quote:</font><hr />Originally posted by Papa Khann: And yes, I am much sparklier than that.Why are you on a stick? Yeknod </font> Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Lars Posted January 14, 2004 Share Posted January 14, 2004 Originally posted by Yeknodathon: </font><blockquote>quote:</font><hr />Originally posted by Papa Khann: And yes, I am much sparklier than that.Why are you on a stick? </font> Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Boo Radley Posted January 14, 2004 Share Posted January 14, 2004 Originally posted by Lars: </font><blockquote>quote:</font><hr />Originally posted by Yeknodathon: </font><blockquote>quote:</font><hr />Originally posted by Papa Khann: And yes, I am much sparklier than that.Why are you on a stick? </font> Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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