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Re: Stand up straight when you say that Soldier.

Originally posted by mischief
Is that nose on crooked?!?

Boy, don't make me put you on oversize shoe polishing duty.

Now get in that Yugo with the rest of the Platoon!!!!!;) :D :eek: :confused: :rolleyes: :p :cool:

You keep this up and the War on Stupidity will escalate to the War on Silliness, and then your own troops will turn on you.....

And I thought there wasn't a leader? Anarchy my @ss, that's the way it always goes. Next you'll be calling everyone 'comrade'
 
Citizen Dukestreet:

Is this Counter Revolutionary talk?!? (right eyebrow goes up)

Such behaviour may result in a power wedgie.:D ;)


:eek:

^^
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Re: Citizen Dukestreet:

Originally posted by mischief
Is this Counter Revolutionary talk?!? (right eyebrow goes up)

Such behaviour may result in a power wedgie.:D ;)

I ain't your citizen and I'm not wearing no underwear!

As Bill the cat would say

Ffffffpppptt!
 
The misspelling of superior in a signature file was one of our people, a zealot. It was a subtle way of messing with your heads and it has worked, now all your thoughts are belong to us. You will be doing our bidding, no wait, you already are! Mwuhahahahahahaha!
...or maybe the kid just couldn't spell.
 
Re: Re: Citizen Dukestreet:

Originally posted by dukestreet


...I'm not wearing no underwear!


just occasionally, it's appropriate to stick to a "don't ask, don't tell" policy :p

Hey, i haven't got a signature yet. Any positions still free? Perhaps something like 'solitary pleb of the anti-zealot campaign'? :D :D
 
It's a long one....

Self-defense against Fresh Fruit
From Monty Python's Flying Circus

Colonel (Graham Chapman): get some discipline into those chaps, Sergeant Major!

Sargeant (John Cleese, shouting throughout): Right sir! Good evening, class.

All (mumbling): Good evening.

Sargeant: Where's all the others, then?

All: They're not here.

Sgt.: I can see that. What's the matter with them?

All: Dunno. Chapman (member of class): Perhaps they've got 'flu.

Sgt.: Huh! 'Flu, eh? They should eat more fresh fruit. Ha. Right. Now, self-defence. Tonight I shall be carrying on from where we got to last week when I was showing you how to defend yourselves against anyone who attacks you with armed with a piece of fresh fruit.

(Grumbles from all)

Palin: Oh, you promised you wouldn't do fruit this week.

Sgt.: What do you mean?

Jones: We've done fruit the last nine weeks.

Sgt.: What's wrong with fruit? You think you know it all, eh?

Palin: Can't we do something else?

Idle (Welsh): Like someone who attacks you with a pointed stick?

Sgt.: Pointed stick? Oh, oh, oh. We want to learn how to defend ourselves against pointed sticks, do we? Getting all high and mighty, eh? Fresh fruit not good enough for you eh? Well I'll tell you something my lad. When you're walking home tonight and some great homicidal maniac comes after you with a bunch of loganberries, don't come crying to me! Now, the passion fruit. When your assailant lunges at you with a passion fruit...

All: We done the passion fruit.

Sgt.: What? Chapman: We done the passion fruit.

Palin: We done oranges, apples, grapefruit...

Jones: Whole and segments.

Palin: Pomegranates, greengages...

Chapman: Grapes, passion fruit...

Palin: Lemons...

Jones: Plums...

Chapman: Mangoes in syrup...

Sgt.: How about cherries?

All: We did them.

Sgt.: Red *and* black?

All: Yes!

Sgt.: All right, bananas. (All sigh.)

Sgt.: We haven't done them, have we? Right. Bananas. How to defend yourself against a man armed with a banana. Now you, come at me with this banana. Catch! Now, it's quite simple to defend yourself against a man armed with a banana. First of all you force him to drop the banana; then, second, you eat the banana, thus disarming him. You have now rendered him 'elpless.

Palin: Suppose he's got a bunch.

Sgt.: Shut up.

Idle: Suppose he's got a pointed stick.

Sgt.: Shut up. Right now you, Mr Apricot.

Chapman: 'Arrison.

Sgt.: Sorry, Mr. 'Arrison. Come at me with that banana. Hold it like that, that's it. Now attack me with it. Come on! Come on! Come at me! Come at me then! (Shoots him.)

Chapman: Aaagh! (dies.)

Sgt.: Now, I eat the banana. (Does so.)

Palin: You shot him!

Jones: He's dead!

Idle: He's completely dead!

Sgt.: I have now eaten the banana. The deceased, Mr Apricot, is now 'elpless.

Palin: You shot him. You shot him dead.

Sgt.: Well, he was attacking me with a banana.

Jones: But you told him to.

Sgt.: Look, I'm only doing me job. I have to show you how to defend yourselves against fresh fruit.

Idle: And pointed sticks.

Sgt.: Shut up.

Palin: Suppose I'm attacked by a man with a banana and I haven't got a gun?

Sgt.: Run for it.

Jones: You could stand and scream for help.

Sgt.: Yeah, you try that with a pineapple down your windpipe.

Jones: A pineapple?

Sgt.: Where? Where?

Jones: No I just said: a pineapple.

Sgt.: Oh. Phew. I thought my number was on that one.

Jones: What, on the pineapple?

Sgt.: Where? Where?

Jones: No, I was just repeating it.

Sgt.: Oh. Oh. I see. Right. Phew. Right that's bananas then. Now the raspberry. There we are. 'Armless looking thing, isn't it? Now you, Mr Tin Peach.

Jones: Thompson.

Sgt.: Thompson. Come at me with that raspberry. Come on. Be as vicious as you like with it.

Jones: No.

Sgt.: Why not?

Jones: You'll shoot me.

Sgt.: I won't.

Jones: You shot Mr. Harrison.

Sgt.: That was self-defence. Now come on. I promise I won't shoot you.

Idle: You promised you'd tell us about pointed sticks.

Sgt.: Shut up. Come on, brandish that raspberry. Come at me with it. Give me Hell.

Jones: Throw the gun away.

Sgt.: I haven't got a gun.

Jones: You have.

Sgt.: Haven't.

Jones: You shot Mr 'Arrison with it.

Sgt.: Oh, that gun.

Jones: Throw it away.

Sgt.: Oh all right. How to defend yourself against a redcurrant -- without a gun.

Jones: You were going to shoot me!

Sgt.: I wasn't.

Jones: You were!

Sgt.: No, I wasn't, I wasn't. Come on then. Come at me. Come on you weed! You weed, do your worst! Come on, you puny little man. You weed...

(Sgt. pulls a lever in the wall--CRASH! a 16-ton weight falls on Jones)

Jones: Aaagh.

Sgt.: If anyone ever attacks you with a raspberry, just pull the lever and the 16-ton weight will fall on top of him.

Palin: Suppose there isn't a 16-ton weight?

Sgt.: Well that's planning, isn't it? Forethought.

Palin: Well how many 16-ton weights are there?

Sgt.: Look, look, look, Mr Knowall. The 16-ton weight is just _one way_ of dealing with a raspberry killer. There are millions of others!

Idle: Like what?

Sgt.: Shootin' him?

Palin: Well what if you haven't got a gun or a 16-ton weight?

Sgt.: Look, look. All right, smarty-pants. You two, you two, come at me then with raspberries. Come on, both of you, whole basket each.

Palin: No guns.

Sgt.: No. Palin: No 16-ton weights.

Sgt.: No. Idle: No pointed sticks.

Sgt.: Shut up. Palin: No rocks up in the ceiling.

Sgt.: No. Palin: And you won't kill us.

Sgt.: I won't.

Palin: Promise.

Sgt.: I promise I won't kill you. Now. Are you going to attack me?

Palin & Idle: Oh, all right.

Sgt.: Right, now don't rush me this time. Stalk me. Do it properly. Stalk me. I'll turn me back. Stalk up behind me, close behind me, then in with the redcurrants! Right? O.K. start moving. Now the first thing to do when you're being stalked by an ugly mob with redcurrants is to -- release the tiger!

(He does so. Growls. Screams.)

Sgt.: The great advantage of the tiger in unarmed combat is that he eats not only the fruit-laden foe but also the redcurrants. Tigers however do not relish the peach. The peach assailant should be attacked with a crocodile. Right, now, the rest of you, where are you? I know you're hiding somewhere with your damsons and prunes. Well I'm ready for you. I've wired meself up to 200 tons of gelignite, and if any one of you so much as makes a move we'll all go up together! Right, right. I warned you. That's it...

(Explosion.)
 
SPG, you once again, have proven what a total idiot you are. Cut it out. You're not even a zealot yourself. If you don't have anything constructive to add to the debates over Ram and whatnot, then wait till there is something you can contribute to instead of wasting posts trying to incite people. And calling Mischief an ass? twice? That wasn't very nice. Now play nice and stick to debating whether Apple should include a superdrive in the new powerbook.
-Your Pal, -SPG
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Not a Zealot, but also not an Anti-Zealot.
No really, Vanilla is fine.
 
Too silly.

Really the target for the WOS is those who take themselves too seriously.

Now, britboy.......if you could post the "Logic versus Sex" skit?

The A-propositions intro reminds me of many threads here..........
 
really, this is getting worse and worse :p :D
Anyone who want a good laugh can get mischiefs request from there.
What was this thread about again? Oh yes, mud-pie throwing wasn't it? :D

Thanks mischief, i found the perfect content for my sig :)
 
oh i'm getting dizzy. monty python is a good way to loose all bearings on the world...

oh, and dukestreet, I don't like spam!!

but i will sing the spam song with someone...

*falls over*

pnw
 
RE: ICBP's

(shuffles feet, looks around nervously)

Who told you that?

Why........the very idea is .........er........rediculous......hah......heh.heh...

(taps earpiece, backs up a bit.)

Could you move a bit to the left?:p
 
Nooooobody Expects the Spanish Inquisition! Are cheif weapon is fear.

Fear and Surprise,

Our Two chief weapons are fear and Surprise,

And an almost fanatical devotion to the Pope.....


Surrender, lest ye be pulled apart on the rack! We have ways to make you talk!
 
Damn good idea. The Zealots shall now start launching the Macintosh Inquisition!
When was the last time you booted up in XP?
You know DOS commands don't you?
You listen to music on Windows Media Player don't you? Don't you? Answer us!
 
I hereby would like to post for party-member of the anti-zealot campaign.
I haven't found a great title to go with my new status, but I did find a good opening for every meeting we hold.
 
Incoming!!!!!!!

A shadow looms over SPG.........there is a roar and rush of heat from overhead.

Mischief dives for cover.

There is a tremendous impact as SPG is taken out by a ten metre Orbitally deployed blackberry cobbler, fresh and steaming.....having been baked inside it's tinfoil by re-entry.

Mischief's head pops up.

" I love the smell of Cobbler in the morning........it smells like......victory." :D :p
 
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