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Mogami my favorite opponent where are you? - 1/24/2002 9:59:00 AM   
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Hello Mog! Looking and looking but nowhere to be foud, I start digging hole in the ground and put my head in the hole and cry for my moma while I wait for you Tankhead

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- 1/24/2002 10:40:00 AM   
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Greetings Tankhead my bestest buddy in the whole Matrix world!!!!!. How are you? When are we going to fight? My Volksgrenadiers are digging in deep preparing for your arty and flamethrowing Crocodiles. Wheres the beer and cheesy poofs?

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- 1/24/2002 1:05:00 PM   
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quote:

Originally posted by Mogami:
Greetings Tankhead my bestest buddy in the whole Matrix world!!!!!. How are you? When are we going to fight? My Volksgrenadiers are digging in deep preparing for your arty and flamethrowing Crocodiles. Wheres the beer and cheesy poofs?
Helloooo Mog Boy I didn't have to cry to long in my hole ROTFL.
It is great to hear from you and mist you way to much.
I am doing great my friend and happy as a beer slugging dude lock in a brew factory
I see you are still with AO-Hell for a connection but no problem when you are ready I'm ready with my super duper fast Internet. My Zippos are ready for an overdue BBQ and my " Tankhead infiltraitor team " are awaiting the order to go steal all your woman, cheezy poofs and your beer.
My arty is well oil up and got nothing to do at the moment. LOL Let's set a time and date for a battle my friend I am a tad rusty but I'm sure it will come back to me very fast . Tankhead

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- 1/24/2002 2:01:00 PM   
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Once more unto the breach, dear friends, once more;
Or close the wall up with our Canuck dead.
In peace there's nothing so becomes a man
As modest stillness and humility:
But when the blast of war blows in our ears,
Then imitate the action of the tiger;
Stiffen the sinews, summon up the blood,
Disguise fair nature with hard-favour'd rage;
Then lend the eye a terrible aspect;
Let pry through the portage of the head
Like the brass cannon; let the brow o'erwhelm it
As fearfully as doth a galled rock
O'erhang and jutty his confounded base,
Swill'd with the wild and wasteful ocean.
Now set the teeth and stretch the nostril wide,
Hold hard the breath and bend up every spirit
To his full height. On, on, you noblest Eskimo's.
Whose blood is fet from fathers of war-proof!
Fathers that, like so many Alexanders,
Have in these parts from morn till even fought
And sheathed their swords for lack of argument:
Dishonour not your mothers; now attest
That those whom you call'd fathers did beget you.
Be copy now to men of grosser blood,
And teach them how to war. And you, good yeoman,
Whose limbs were made in Canada, show us here
The mettle of your pasture; let us swear
That you are worth your breeding; which I doubt not;
For there is none of you so mean and base,
That hath not noble lustre in your eyes.
I see you stand like greyhounds in the slips,
Straining upon the start. The game's afoot:
Follow your spirit, and upon this charge
Cry 'God for Tankhead, Canada, and Saint Wild Bill!' (slighty modified for Canadians) Say when.....

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- 1/24/2002 2:22:00 PM   
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Hey Mog Very good I like it Well here is a little song for you Sung to the tune of their favorite, "Lili Marlene" it was entitled,
"We Are the D-Day Dodgers" We are the D-Day Dodgers, out in Italy,
Always on the vino, always on the spree.
Eighth Army skivers and their tanks,
We go to war, in ties and slacks,
We are the D-Day Dodgers, in sunny Italy. We fought into Agira, a holiday with pay;
Jerry brought his bands out to cheer us on on our way,
Showed us the sights and gaves us tea,
We all sang songs, the beer was free,
We are the D-Day Dodgers, in sunny Italy. The Moro and Ortona were taken in our stride,
We didn't really fight there, we went there for the ride.
Sleeping 'til noon playing games,
We live in Rome with lots of dames.
We are the D-Day Dodgers, in sunny Italy. On our way to Florence, we had a lovely time,
We drove a bus from Rimini, right through the Gothic Line.
Then to Bologna we did go,
We all went swimming in the Po,
We are the D-Day Dodgers, in sunny Italy. We hear the boys in France are going home on leave
After six months' service, such a shame they're not relieved.
We were told to carry on a few more years,
Because our wives don't shed no tears,
We are the D-Day Dodgers, in sunny Italy. We are the D-Day Dodgers, way out in Italy.
We're always tight, we cannot fight.
What bloody use are we?
Ok I will get my butt in gear and in the next few days if not soonnner, I have to finish a few project but I will keep in touch. We use Ver 7 and Roger Wilco so I can hear you cry Let me know if that is fine with you I will host and send you IP

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- 1/24/2002 3:00:00 PM   
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If I be not ashamed of my soldiers, I am a soused
gurnet. I have misused the king's press damnably.
I have got, in exchange of a hundred and fifty
soldiers, three hundred and odd pounds. I press me
none but good house-holders, yeoman's sons; inquire
me out contracted bachelors, such as had been asked
twice on the banns; such a commodity of warm slaves,
as had as lieve hear the devil as a drum; such as
fear the report of a caliver worse than a struck
fowl or a hurt wild-duck. I pressed me none but such
toasts-and-butter, with hearts in their bellies no
bigger than pins' heads, and they have bought out
their services; and now my whole charge consists of
ancients, corporals, lieutenants, gentlemen of
companies, slaves as ragged as Lazarus in the
painted cloth, where the glutton's dogs licked his
sores; and such as indeed were never soldiers, but
discarded unjust serving-men, younger sons to
younger brothers, revolted tapsters and ostlers
trade-fallen, the cankers of a calm world and a
long peace, ten times more dishonourable ragged than
an old faced ancient: and such have I, to fill up
the rooms of them that have bought out their
services, that you would think that I had a hundred
and fifty tattered prodigals lately come from
swine-keeping, from eating draff and husks. A mad
fellow met me on the way and told me I had unloaded
all the gibbets and pressed the dead bodies. No eye
hath seen such scarecrows. I'll not march through
Coventry with them, that's flat: nay, and the
villains march wide betwixt the legs, as if they had
gyves on; for indeed I had the most of them out of
prison. There's but a shirt and a half in all my
company; and the half shirt is two napkins tacked
together and thrown over the shoulders like an
herald's coat without sleeves; and the shirt, to say
the truth, stolen from my host at Saint Alban's, or
the red-nose innkeeper of Daventry. But that's all
one; they'll find linen enough on every hedge
OK I'm ready

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- 1/24/2002 5:52:00 PM   
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Glad to see you two back to throwing flowers at each other

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- 1/24/2002 6:47:00 PM   
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You guys kill me.

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- 1/25/2002 1:26:00 AM   
Tankhead

 

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A bit of humour goes a long way
Glad we make you laugh, maybe you two can join us for a little battle and some laugh one of these day. Tankhead

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- 1/25/2002 5:41:00 PM   
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I can see a bare-bottomed mandril
Slyly eyeing his upper nostril
Ih he jumps inside there too
I really won't know what to do
I'll be a proud possessor of a kind of nasal zoo
A nasal zoo I've got a ferret sticking up my nose
And what is worse it constantly explodes
Ferrest don't explode you say
But it happened nine times yesterday
And I should know 'cause each time
I was standing in the way I've got a ferret sticking up my nose
I've got a ferret sticking up my nose
How it got there I can't tell
But now it's there it hurts like hell
And what is more it radically affects my sense of smell.

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- 1/25/2002 5:48:00 PM   
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quote:

Originally posted by Mogami:
I can see a bare-bottomed mandril
Slyly eyeing his upper nostril
Ih he jumps inside there too
I really won't know what to do
I'll be a proud possessor of a kind of nasal zoo
A nasal zoo I've got a ferret sticking up my nose
And what is worse it constantly explodes
Ferrest don't explode you say
But it happened nine times yesterday
And I should know 'cause each time
I was standing in the way I've got a ferret sticking up my nose
I've got a ferret sticking up my nose
How it got there I can't tell
But now it's there it hurts like hell
And what is more it radically affects my sense of smell.

This man has wayyy tooo much time on his hands! Good poem tho!

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- 1/26/2002 12:43:00 AM   
Tankhead

 

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quote:

Originally posted by Don Doom:

This man has wayyy tooo much time on his hands! Good poem tho!

I have to agree with you Don Heya Mog what have you been doing while I was gone? Not enough towers to paint? Boy I will have to fix you up Tankhead

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- 1/26/2002 1:46:00 AM   
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Cheesy Poofs???? Don't you mean cheesy puffs? You mentioned British Crocodiles. To the British, a poof is VERY different from a puff.

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- 1/26/2002 2:05:00 AM   
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Hi Charlie I was going to e-mail a wave file from South Park where it is very clearly (and spelled on the bag in the show) Poof but you do not have an e-mail address. I think Tankhead should be forced to post a AAR of our upcoming battle in this thread. While he was gone I recruited and trained an elite fighting force of Penguins, Polar Bears and Beavers to combat his horde of drunken hockey stick armed snow men.

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- 1/26/2002 3:21:00 AM   
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Mogami: well, that makes sense. Southpark isn't exactly a British or American bastion, nor is it much of anything in my mind. Is it that you refer to cheesy poofs as something that is something cute on Southpark, or are you using Southpark as some barometer of US culture (because it isn't)? Seems to me that cheesy puffs would be reference to a Cheetos type snack, which for some reason or another Southpark is calling it a cuter name. In any case, look up the dictionary for 'poof' and then note how poofs being 'cheesy' just makes it worse.

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- 1/26/2002 3:42:00 AM   
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Good Grief (oh no all my sayings come from cartoons) Beer and Cheesy Poofs has for quite some time been an expression I use with Tankhead and members of the megacamp design team. (in North Afrka it was 'Bier und käsiges poofs')
I am sure everyone understands what you are refering to. It just does not apply in this use or meaning of the word. [ January 25, 2002: Message edited by: Mogami ]



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- 1/26/2002 3:51:00 AM   
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Mogami: Alright, I just wasn't too sure either of you realized what poofs were more commonly, particularly if you're relatively unaware of British culture. I for one am quite ignorant of Southpark culture, and pray that I continue to be .

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- 1/26/2002 4:03:00 AM   
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No problemo, I just calmly rolled and lit a fag and waited for your reply. I must admit I felt a little queer trying to explain cheesy poofs to you so now I'm feeling quite gay it's over. I'm glad your behind me on this now. It's good to come out of the closet and finally admit to being a 'South Park' fan and of course I would not try to ram it down your throat and make you watch it against your will. Many fans of 'South Park' feel the need to hide the fact or even feel quilty about it. I can't wait for the giant 'Cartman' balloon on New Years.

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- 1/26/2002 4:07:00 AM   
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Sam had been in business for 25 years and is finally sick of the stress. He
quits his job and buys 50 acres of land in Alaska as far from humanity as
possible. Sam sees the postman once a week and gets groceries once a month.
Otherwise it's total peace and quiet.
After six months or so of almost total isolation, someone knocks on his
door.
He opens it and there is a big, bearded man standing there. "Name's Lars,
your neighbor from forty miles up the road... Having a Christmas party
Friday night... Thought you might like to come. About 5:00..." "Great," says Sam, "after six months out here I'm ready to meet some local
folks.Thank you." As Lars is leaving, he stops. "Gotta warn you... There's gonna be some
drinkin'." "Not a problem," says Sam. "After 25 years in business, I can drink with
the best of em." Again, as he starts to leave, Lars stops. "More 'n' likely gonna be some
fightin' too." Sam says, "Well, I get along with people, I'll be alright. I'll be there.
Thanks again." Once again Lars turns from the door. "I've seen some wild sex at these
parties, too." "Now that's really not a problem," says Sam, laughing. "I've been all alone
for six months! I'll definitely be there. By the way, what should I bring?" Lars stops in the door again and says, "Whatever you want. Just gonna be
the two of us."
by
11B10 "Hero of the Soviet Union" Tankhead is this how it is up there


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- 1/26/2002 4:19:00 AM   
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Tankhead:
I'm a lumberjack, and I'm okay.
I sleep all night and I work all day.
Mogami:
He's a lumberjack, and he's okay.
He sleeps all night and he works all day.
Tankhead:
I cut down trees. I eat my lunch.
I go to the lavatory.
On Wednesdays I go shoppin'
And have buttered scones for tea.
Mogami:
He cuts down trees. He eats his lunch.
He goes to the lavatory.
On Wednesdays he goes shoppin'
And has buttered scones for tea.
He's a lumberjack, and he's okay.
He sleeps all night and he works all day.
Tankhead:
I cut down trees. I skip and jump.
I like to press wild flowers.
I put on women's clothing
And hang around in bars.
Mogami:
He cuts down trees. He skips and jumps.
He likes to press wild flowers.
He puts on women's clothing
And hangs around in bars?!
He's a lumberjack, and he's okay.
He sleeps all night and he works all day.
Tankhead:
I cut down trees. I wear high heels,
Suspendies, and a bra.
I wish I'd been a girlie,
Just like my dear Papa.
Mogami:
He cuts down trees. He wears high heels,
Suspendies, and a bra?!
[talking]
What's this? Wants to be a girlie?! Oh, My!
And I thought you were so rugged! Poofter!
[singing]
He's a lumberjack, and he's okay.
He sleeps all night and he works all day.
He's a lumberjack, and he's okaaaaay.
He sleeps all night and he works all day.
I'm getting Tankhead worked up to fighting frenzy for todays online monster battle.

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- 1/26/2002 4:27:00 AM   
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(listening on Roger Wilco to Tankhead address his troops)
What's he that wishes so?
My cousin Westmoreland? No, my fair cousin:
If we are mark'd to die, we are enow
To do our country loss; and if to live,
The fewer men, the greater share of honour.
God's will! I pray thee, wish not one man more.
By Jove, I am not covetous for gold,
Nor care I who doth feed upon my cost;
It yearns me not if men my garments wear;
Such outward things dwell not in my desires:
But if it be a sin to covet honour,
I am the most offending soul alive.
No, faith, my coz, wish not a man from England:
God's peace! I would not lose so great an honour
As one man more, methinks, would share from me
For the best hope I have. O, do not wish one more!
Rather proclaim it, Westmoreland, through my host,
That he which hath no stomach to this fight,
Let him depart; his passport shall be made
And crowns for convoy put into his purse:
We would not die in that man's company
That fears his fellowship to die with us.
This day is called the feast of Crispian:
He that outlives this day, and comes safe home,
Will stand a tip-toe when the day is named,
And rouse him at the name of Crispian.
He that shall live this day, and see old age,
Will yearly on the vigil feast his neighbours,
And say 'To-morrow is Saint Crispian:'
Then will he strip his sleeve and show his scars.
And say 'These wounds I had on Crispin's day.'
Old men forget: yet all shall be forgot,
But he'll remember with advantages
What feats he did that day: then shall our names.
Familiar in his mouth as household words
Harry the king, Bedford and Exeter,
Warwick and Talbot, Salisbury and Gloucester,
Be in their flowing cups freshly remember'd.
This story shall the good man teach his son;
And Crispin Crispian shall ne'er go by,
From this day to the ending of the world,
But we in it shall be remember'd;
We few, we happy few, we band of brothers;
For he to-day that sheds his blood with me
Shall be my brother; be he ne'er so vile,
This day shall gentle his condition:
And gentlemen in England now a-bed
Shall think themselves accursed they were not here,
And hold their manhoods cheap whiles any speaks
That fought with us upon Saint Crispin's day

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- 1/26/2002 9:01:00 PM   
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Mogami: My, I'm a lumberjack is a bit poofy isn't it? Make sure and don't just throw wet towels at the enemy.

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- 1/27/2002 3:38:00 AM   
Tankhead

 

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Hi Mog! Alright I get the hint man you have way to much time on your hand. What have you done join the Death Poet Society ROTFL. Just about cought up with my stuff well kind off. Then I will show you some Tankhead poetry on the battle field.
Are you ready to be brought back to reality?? Tankhead

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