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Mike the Lab Rat wrote:
Why am I picturing former "Dungeons & Dragons" players?

What you may find out someday, is the same reason that you asked the question of me, is the same reason that you will never have the answer.

Al Haig wrote:I can't believe that I found this public board I have been looking and looking and looking and I never see you guys around except in Washington when I talk to 43 or 41 or 38 or 36 (He says "HI") and all the other guys that just hang around looking for some bi8g something to do like the time 41 needed a coke whore to test out some of the latest tar from the afgan hills that is the reason that we really bombed out that place because they were using modern farming techiques and making more and more and more potent tar baby tar baby just like the lady that used to visit Dick and the gang on the 13th of month and Dick would swing out that huge elephant trunk of his and she would slobbering on it like it was coated in coke like that time that 43 really did coat it in coke at the old skull and bones and that teenaged junkie was all strung out and he kept taunting her and encouraging her and offeing her money and the next thing I know I am running out to New Haven in a big black dodge with Bebe and Chuck and we're driving like hell because we gotta get the body out of there before the morning and JCT is weaving in and out of traffic alternating the siren on and off and on and off and I am yelling at him "TURN OFF THE SIREN!!!" filling his ear with the .45 that I took off the soldier in Korea that "jumped on the gernade" cause nobody liked him and I needed to keep my mouth shut or the Sgt. would bust me out for the time he caught me shooting up with the hookers but we all know that hookers are the true international currency like diamonds and gold and all the other stuff I used to fly into Honduras on those bumpy Air America c-130's that smelled like urine because half the time the pre-teen hookers that we brought back were scared by the VTOL-like takeoff and you and I would just laugh and laugh cause we were coked up by then and you used to shoot one in the head and then yell out "Next one that screams gets what she got" and then the piss would flow like the blood that used to pour out of Rumsfeld's nose when 41 would take his elephant trunk out and slap poor Donny across the face with it just like Donny Osmand's dad used to do with the boys and all the other mormon boys who learn disipline and manners and how to act with the ladies so they can go to foriegn lands spread their seed and get out and marry a nice American Lady not some coked out pre-teen Thai hooker that is all the rage with 43, but a classy lady like Pat who doesn't say anything when the hubby comes home from a three day coke and hooker bender in Georgetown with the boys and that's where I learned about this site.

So HoW's TrIcKs?

LET ME VOLUNTEER MY TIME. I WILL BAN THESE NEW CRETINS.

MY PLAN OF ATTACK WILL BE SUBTLE, AT FIRST...

I'LL COMPILE IP ADDRESSES, AND MATCH THEM UP WITH THE COMPUTER ID#'S...THEN BAM!

THEY'LL ALL BE GONE.

LET ME VOLUNTEER MY TIME. I WILL BAN THESE NEW CRETINS.

MY PLAN OF ATTACK WILL BE SUBTLE, AT FIRST...

I'LL COMPILE IP ADDRESSES, AND MATCH THEM UP WITH THE COMPUTER ID#'S...THEN BAM!

THEY'LL ALL BE GONE.