LOL LOL

37 Celsius today!

it's currently 24.6 celsius 7:44 am in Beautiful Sydney

And now, let's go to Jaws for the weather...Jaws?

Thanks, Tiffany! Expect a high pressure system from the north to pass through Sydney bringing us clear skies and warm weather, perfect for patrolling the beach for fresh meat...er...um...I mean perfect for a safe and fun day at the beach! Remember to always close your eyes when swimming so that you can't see the fins...I mean...um...so that you don't get salt water in your eyes! Yes! That's it!

~Pan to picture of a horrified Tiffany Goodboobs at the newsdesk~

"Oh, My!"

LOL LOL LOL LOL

Damn..... you saw through my cunning plan

LOL

Sure you don't want to change your nickname to Jaws the Weathershark?

Hmmmmmm.... Tempting as it is, I think I'll keep what I have, don't want to let the victims er er er surfers get too wary

Some rotten president scheduled a 7pm meeting and I'm going to take it out on you Schweinhunde!

(The music to Loser by Beck starts playing over the SF loudspeakers. A pirate-accented voice begins singing karaoke.)

In the time of chimpanzees there was a Wombat
Butane in his veins so he’s out to flee the combat
With the plastic eyeballs spray paint the vegetables
Dog food stalls with the beefcake pantyhose

Kill the headlights and put it in neutral
Death Knight flamin' with Ginata and the cruise control
Killa's in Scowbo with the vitamin D

Got a couple of couches sleep on the love seat
Hurley keeps sayin' he’s insane to complain
About a shotgun wedding and a stain on his wing
Don't believe everything that you breathe
Raj gets a parking violation and a maggot on his sleeve

Quack shaves his bill with some mace for the fun
Savin' all his food stamps and burnin' up the space station

Yo, cut it.

Soy un perdedor
They’re losers baby so why don't we kill them?

Double-barrel phaser!

Soy un perdedor
They’re losers baby so why don't we kill them?

Forces of Evil in Samurai’s nightmare
Banned all the music with a phony gas chamber
'Cause Monk's got a Weasel and Mr. F's got a flag
Nand's got on the pole shove the Goblin in a bag
With the GalCiv news and the cocaine nose job
The daytime crap with the folksinger slop
Jaws hurt himself with a guitar string
Slap the space shark tail and it's hangin' on a pigeon wing
They can't write if they can't promote
Trade the cash for the tech for the planet for the vote
And their time is a piece of wax fallin' on a termite
Who's chokin' on the splinters

Soy un perdedor
They’re losers baby so why don't we kill them?

Get Cypher with the cheeze whiz!

Soy un perdedor
They’re losers baby so why don't we kill them?

Drive-by body pierce!

Yo, bring it on down.

Soooooooyy

They’re Meta players they’re Meta winners things are gonna change they can feel it.

Soy un perdedor
They’re losers baby so why don't we kill them?

I can't believe Piers!

Soy un perdedor
They’re losers baby so why don't we kill them?

Soy un perdedor
They’re losers baby so why don't we kill them?

Sprechen Sie Deutches black smoke?

Soy un perdedor
They’re losers baby, so why don't we kill them?

Know what I’m sayin'?

...and congrats on taking 1st place! LOL

LOL LOL LOL



Theoden, with comments like these I would suggest you are in the wrong empire! Join us! Join us!!

LOL LOL LOL

Cari, can I have a drool smilie please??????

Nice logo, VEEERRYY NIIICCEE!

I really hate when that happens
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Um, Kit:



Please clarify:

1. Does that mean you wrote this at work?
2. If "yes" to #1 above, does the rotten president know you drink at work?

Just checking! Consider this your GalCiv random drug test.

Man, some mornings it's just a pleasure to be around...

Thanks for dropping by wizards! vincible - looking forward to you aceing that exam, 'cause after you finish it...I'll be waiting....

Have a great day, Metaverse!

I'm with Kit on this one. No-one could expect people to stay sober after 5 o'clock. That was a cheap trick, pulling a late meeting like that. You hear me, mister bossman? You sow the wind, you reap the whirlwind. Even if that whirlwind happens to be a drunken KitWarrior whirling around and trashing your office...

Go, son! Trash the place! Sock it to 'im! Giv 'im one for Quackie!

Now let's just get back to Tiffany Goodboobs.

A belated welcome to Nand, Goblin and Raj. Nice to have you onboard.
If you have read through this thread you will see that all the SF crew have specialist positions.
Ginata and Jaws command our capitol ships, leading many full frontal assaults against our respected foes. Wombie formulates tactics and calls the shots when sober. Ben has lead many succesful diplomatic missions.
Killa regales us with tales of sex, debauchery, drinking and the occasional battle.
I myself, have the most important role of Latrine and Sanitation Commander. It was a choice between this and cabin boy aboard Wombat's ship. This seemed the less demeaning task. The latter is still available if any of you are interested. Mine is the most dangerous job in the fleet. It is no easy thing keeping the fleets sanitation systems running smoothly after Wombat has parked his breakfast. 'Tis a brave soul that dares to face the hazardous and toxic atmospheric conditions after Hurls has just squeezed a malteser after a night of beer and chilli dip. But my motto is 'The S Bend is your Best Friend' and I do my duty. So what if those glory hogging bastards don't flush because they think they have created a work of art. SEE IF I CARE!!!

Must.. regain.. control.... ok... rage... subsiding.....


I also double as ship's counsellor to our brave GLORY HOGGING troops. After they have returned from the front line I selfessly offer a shoulder to cry on, in spite of the fact that I myself am a ticking time bomb of fury. I just listen to them drone on and on and on about how Theoden of Rhodan engaged Cypher in a brutal no-holds barred space battle, then sent a communique stating that a review of said battle is available in the Metaverse Review. Oh woe is f(**&Sing me!!!!

Or the time Harel engaged in a strategic and tactical skirmish with Siran of the highest calibre and Sirian sent him a message saying.. oh bugger that.. I can't retell verbatim what Sirian said. It would take to friggin long!!! By the time I finished you wouldn't be newbies anymore and this whole message would be a complete waste of bloody time!!!!!!!!!

Or how the pschopathic Captain Flash loaded his torpedo tubes with cans of Victoria Bitter and fired them into a black hole, sending 90% of our fleet chasing after then in the wrong direction. Oh how so very very sad. That bastard still has my sheep from our ANZAC days, but does anyone care about my feelings? Nooooooooo!!! No-one gives a toss about Mr. Furious. But I don't complain. I just keep my seething boiling rage under control coz I am just a sweet easy going kinda guy.

Who cares if my team mates take all the accolades. I listen to then praising Ginata for her 1 million whoopie-figgin-doo points while I am bent over the bowl, elbow deep in wombat-crap. See if I care. I could get a million points if I wanted. I just want to let Ginata enjoy first place coz she is a GIRL!!!


AAARGGH!!! I HATE THEM!! I HATE THEM ALL!!!

Noo, noo, we loves them. They are our friends. Our friends.

ARSE-WIPES!!!!! THEY ALL HATE ME! I CAN TELL!!

Noooo, Wombat will look after us. We trusts him.

Anyway, I am sick of talking to you. So GET OUT OF MY FACE BEFORE I GO POMPEII ON YOUR BUTT!!!!

Fond regards and kind wishes,
Your friend and team mate, Mr. Furious.

Mr Furious,

Hurley,
Do you need a session with the Ship's Counsellor.
I'm there for you buddy.


JUST DON'T PUSH ME!!!

Dear Mr Furious,
I am so upset. The forum posts by (insert name here) have been so cruel. I have spent many hours crying into my milo and even red wine has not helped my mood.
What can I do?
Signed, desperate
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Entertaining monologue from Mr. F , but that attitude is awful familiar... :notsure: ...I can't seem to place my finger on it.

Dear Hurley,
I feel your pain brother. It is indeed a cruel world we live in.
You say that the milo and the red wine has not helped. Have you tried both in the same glass. A wholesome glass of Milo goodness with 5% alcohol content can do wonders.
If you do this, please ensure that you take a dump away from the Special Forces base. Or else I will be VERY... VERY.. ANGRY.

I sincerely hope this helps you and that you feel better. Feel free to call upon my services anytime.
NOW QUIT YOUR WHINING AND GET BACK TO THE FRONTLINES YA BIG GIRLS' BLOUSE!!
Yours in friendship,
Mr. Furious.
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Dear Kit, Thank you for your kind words. I am sure I don't know what you mean though. I wouldn't play such tricksies. They are my friends. Everybody is my friends.
I feel quite calm now.

My place was at the location for circumstances in which they would go over to speculate on such matters that you would ask about this device of stagnation.



She would be the one who knows the things that are unfamiliar to those that wonder about how it can be so often in such a state for this kind of coordination.