Your voice of reason,
NemFX

In Oz we always use the clenched fist and consider the other way to be very American

Anonymous wrote:
I have to say, though, that while the story is interesting, it’s pretty lame in its meaning. You’re teasing someone because they haven’t amputated one of your body parts yet.

No you didn’t have to say that. Anyway, its more like “we’re about to kill 10,000 of you with our arrows”. Without raping the corpses, I can’t think of a better way to say “fuck you” to france (without attempting to convince someone that your hand is like, y’know, your wang. I mean, what, its that small?).

Unless of course you wanted to talk about Trafalgar. French and Spanish got a good rodgering there. Or Waterloo perhaps, this time with the help of the Prussians.

Jimmmy.

“Viva México Cabrones!!!”

Hedge Knight wrote:
Of course I can’t speak for all Canadians, (except when I say that we’re not Americans [for which we rock]) but I certainly recognize the two fingered salute. But seeing the number of posts about the origins of the ‘V’ tells me two things: There are plenty of us who are aware of it (however debatable our mastery of the facts) and no one reads the preceding posts which have already explained where it came from and have nothing to add. Maybe we like to repeat ourselves. I just like to hear myself speak, so whether or not I’m anything of interest is a purely intellectual consideration at the edges of my consciousness. Consciousness. What a great word. So many rules and exceptions in the english language. Language. That’s a word of many roots. Roots of trees are descended from a single seed, not separate progenitors of a single entity. I like trees. Trees are brown. Some are grey. I like white ones. I draw them all the time. Is it time for lunch? I make a great sandwich. But first I think I’ll draw. I’ll draw a tree. And a sandiwich.

You’re my kind of ranter. Rant. Is there a root word for rant? Like the root of a square? Are you square? I’m roughly humanoid shaped. But seventeen feet tall. And with a huge headplate. Four tails… Four arms… SHUT UP! I didn’t lose my marbles, the leprechauns took them from me. I’m listening to an awesome midi file called Echoes. Pretty freaky in some parts. You can listen to it too at my site…

http://www.freewebs.com/xenomorphs/hivecommunicationchatpoll.htm

Look, an advertisement. Meh. *Shrug.* Hmm… Asterisk e-shrug asterisk. I like to talk like a nerd in real life. Like say something funny happens. I yell L O L! But, only if I’m trying to compound the funniness with my own geeky humour. It makes my friends laugh. If they don’t, they get hosted.

I was walking up the stairs, when I saw a man that wasn’t there.
He wasn’t there again today, I wish I wish he’d go away.

After a ghost walk of a town near where I live, we slept on a haunted ship. We as in cadets. Anyways, after lights out I whispered to my “room mate” on the other bunk bed across the small room the above poem. Then, later, when I was on watch, she was still kinda freaked out and told me to tell it to anotehr friend of mine. So I did. And it’s funny because to this day whenever I start to say it, the second friend covers her ears. I’m not naming names because they might be reading this. They’re always watching. I’m always ranting. And having my marbles stolen by leprechauns. Oh ehm gee!