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Maxleod wrote:Not strike, he's the only one with a functioning brain.
strike wolf wrote:The world is a vampire.
shieldgenerator7 wrote:Army of GOD wrote:derp
what the "derp" troll?
I don't mean to call you I troll, as I don't even really know what it means
So1dier wrote:shieldgenerator7 wrote:Army of GOD wrote:derp
what the "derp" troll?
I don't mean to call you I troll, as I don't even really know what it means
Just played a guy by the name of derp, played one round, sucided and then deadbeats.
everywhere116 wrote:You da man! Well, not really, because we're colorful ponies, but you get the idea.
pancakemix wrote:Quirk, you are a bastard. That is all.
Quirk wrote:BPotW
everywhere116 wrote:You da man! Well, not really, because we're colorful ponies, but you get the idea.
Quirk wrote:BPotW
AndyDufresne wrote:And on the 6th Day, He rose from the fiery pits of Mustafar, after beating back the Evil Force. And on this day, we commemorate nary a singed hair upon His Holy Divine.
**Munches on a fiery-banana**
--Andy
targetman377 wrote:AndyDufresne wrote:targetman377 wrote:see i knew he did nothing wrong. innocent until proven guilty.
His Divine Holiness, Chewbacca, like all civilized creatures, believes in Rule of Law. Everyone has a right to a trial by a jury of their peers. He Hath Proclaimed It.
**Munches on a trial-banana**
--Andy
oh so now he makes that a rule where was he when he sterilized the father??? where is your banana now?
AndyDufresne wrote:His Divine Holiness, Chewbacca, was busy socializing with young women, showing them 'His light', and helping them find theirs.
**Munches on a social-banana**
--Andy
My world is a constant confusion.
My mind is prepared to attack.
My past - a persuasive illusion.
I'm watchin' the future it's black.
What do you know?
You know just what you perceive.
What can you show?
Nothing of what you believe.
Victor Sullivan wrote:
pancakemix wrote:
Victor Sullivan wrote:
Quirk wrote:BPotW
targetman377 wrote:AndyDufresne wrote:I don't know, look at that deep-seated fire in my eyes. I mean, just take a look at an example of my ruthlessness:
**Munches on ruthless-banana**
--Andyshieldgenerator7 wrote:Victor Sullivan wrote:
lshicastr- lack has so much of a better chance
In andy's head thinking
RAWR I AM GODZILLA RUN BUNNIES RUN I WILL STOMP ON YOU HAHAHAH THIS IS FUN KILL KILL KILL!!!!
jonesthecurl wrote:OK - here's the story I told.
I have to say I was expecting it to be more like the events I used to attend at various music festivals, where you told stories like John Hurt in The Storyteller, but everyone seemed to do readings from their book-in-progress, usually autobiographical. So I compromised.
This story is about my Dad.
The kids call him "Tadcu"*, which is Welsh for "Grandad", because he asked them to, because he is Welsh.
At the end of this year he will be 90 years old.
Now if you do the maths, you'll quickly see that he reached the age of 18 in 1939, shortly after Britain declared war on Germany.
He had no great reason to be loyal to the English parliament - the government of the day was doing its best to completely eradicate Welsh culture. If you spoke Welsh in school you'd be beten with a stick by the teachers in front of the whole school. It's different now, they make all the kids learn Welsh - and half of them hate it.
Nevertheless, he didn't like the look of Hitler and his Nazis, so he joined the Army.
After a few months training, he boarded a troop ship (he was the youngest aboard) headed for the North African Desert.
Now at this time, the Germans had a considerable presence in the Mediterranean,and a lot of U-boats in the Atlantic, so the troop ships took the long way around- far to the west for the trip south, then all the way around the bottom of Africa and back up the East coast to end in Egypt.
But he didn't get that far, not this time: his ship was torpedoed.
The fact that I'm standing here telling you this shows that he survived, and met my mother, so don't get too anxious at this point.
At first they thought his ship would sink, so everybody was evacuated onto lifeboats.
The next morning, after a damn cold night, the boat was still afloat, and help had arrived. The troops all got back aboard, and the disabled ship was towed off to the friendly port of Halifax in Nova Scotia, where the guys were billetted with local families for as long as it took to get a replacement ship, not already committed, to them. So they had several months of unexpected and very pleasant shore leave.
Eventually he was taken via Cape Town and Mombasa to the desert. There he fought in many famous and nasty battles such as Tobruk and El Alemein. Eventually he fought in Sicily and Italy, including the bloody affair at Monte Cassino. He never talks much about that part of his experiences.
But he survived unscathed, met and married a nice Cockney girl, and that's how I'm here now.
Many years later he was working for British Petroleum in London. He'd been a cop for some years, then moved onto Security work, then became a Fire Safety Officer for B.P.
He's always hated the idea of office work, he couldn't see what it contributed to anything - but they fooled him, got him to start lecturing about fire safety, promoted him when he turned out to be quite good at it, and gave him his own office.
So he needed some "executive training" - you know the sort of thing, they do interesting group exercises where you have to trust people to catch you, and you get asked leading questions like "If you were a fizzy drink, what flavour would you be?" and "if you jumped out of a plane , what colour parachute would you want?".
This particularl bloke asked everyone to write down what they would want if they were shipwrecked, One item, but anything they liked. Then the class would discuss the various choices and their significance.
Someone said a picture of their family, someone wanted their favourite book, another wanted a sketch pad to while away the time.
When the lecturer came to my father's answer, it said "A bottle of whisky".
"Oh come now, Mr Jones, " said the bloke, "I don't think you're taking this very seriously. You can have anything you want. Can't you think of anything more useful?"
[Welsh accent] "Have you every been shipwrecked?"[/Welsh accent]
"No."
[Welsh accent] "Well, I have. It was bloody cold, and what I wanted was a bottle of bloody whisky!"[/welsh accent]
*pronounced "Tad-ki".
Mr_Adams wrote:This thread has become indicative of this website. I think it should be moved to General Discussion.
everywhere116 wrote:You da man! Well, not really, because we're colorful ponies, but you get the idea.
everywhere116 wrote:You da man! Well, not really, because we're colorful ponies, but you get the idea.
You are flying a plane that contains 500 passengers. The plane has 1 ton of fuel and the plane is 50 yards long. The plane is flying from Washington, D.C. to Dallas, Texas. What is the pilot's name?
shieldgenerator7 wrote:Nice newsletter! can't wait for the next one!![]()
I agree targetman, God exists. I'm with you on that one.
"3,000,000,000,000,000,000,000" ha ha I bet even Steve Jobs doesn't have that kind of money. What number is that anyway? 3 zillion? I lost count at trillion.
Army of GOD wrote:In related news, I have to pee
shieldgenerator7 wrote:George Bush! He lived in DC but went to Texas so he could get voting rights.
AndyDufresne wrote:shieldgenerator7 wrote:Nice newsletter! can't wait for the next one!![]()
I agree targetman, God exists. I'm with you on that one.
"3,000,000,000,000,000,000,000" ha ha I bet even Steve Jobs doesn't have that kind of money. What number is that anyway? 3 zillion? I lost count at trillion.
The summary wrap-ups are pretty amusing actually. I like 'em.
**Munches on a news-worthy banana**
Also news-worthy: Alan Shepard's Freedom 7
--Andy
shieldgenerator7 wrote:Nice newsletter! can't wait for the next one!![]()
I agree targetman, God exists. I'm with you on that one.
"3,000,000,000,000,000,000,000" ha ha I bet even Steve Jobs doesn't have that kind of money. What number is that anyway? 3 zillion? I lost count at trillion.
targetman377 wrote:Remember, remember the fifth of November,
gunpowder, treason and plot.
I see no reason why gunpowder treason
should ever be forgot!
everywhere116 wrote:You da man! Well, not really, because we're colorful ponies, but you get the idea.
shieldgenerator7 wrote:targetman377 wrote:Remember, remember the fifth of November,
gunpowder, treason and plot.
I see no reason why gunpowder treason
should ever be forgot!
now that's bad grammar right there, but since it's poetry and it's your (radioactive squirrel's) poem it's ok.
areyouincahoots wrote:I like the idea of blindly setting forth in conquest for a goal that is nearly unreachable with nothing more than hope, a few friends, and a common bond (like the undying love for CC)...eh...that or i just like a challenge....
2dimes wrote:areyouincahoots wrote:I like the idea of blindly setting forth in conquest for a goal that is nearly unreachable with nothing more than hope, a few friends, and a common bond (like the undying love for CC)...eh...that or i just like a challenge....
We should probably have a cooler full of drinks too.
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