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<i>"Sir:
I'm a businessman. I move with the times. At the start of the year, I put my company online. Almost immediately, I began receiving "spam" - persistent, unsolicited, anonymous junk mail promoting illegal pyramid schemes, or disturbing, explicit solicitations. I attempted to have my name removed from these lists, but the pledges to honour these requests were simple lies. So I had one of my smartest employees trace the "spammers" then sent a couple of my guys around to kill them, shoot their families and burn down their homes. Forget about it.
Francis Feroccio
Penthouse suite, the company hotel"</i>
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<i>"Sir:
I'm a businessman. I move with the times. At the start of the year, I put my company online. Almost immediately, I began receiving "spam" - persistent, unsolicited, anonymous junk mail promoting illegal pyramid schemes, or disturbing, explicit solicitations. I attempted to have my name removed from these lists, but the pledges to honour these requests were simple lies. So I had one of my smartest employees trace the "spammers" then sent a couple of my guys around to kill them, shoot their families and burn down their homes. Forget about it.
Francis Feroccio
Penthouse suite, the company hotel"</i>
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Because they're really funny!
Get in! <!--emo&:)--><img src='http://www.unknownworlds.com/forums/html//emoticons/smile-fix.gif' border='0' style='vertical-align:middle' alt='smile-fix.gif' /><!--endemo-->
Apparently, my surname means <i>"Satan</i>"... <!--emo&:0--><img src='http://www.unknownworlds.com/forums/html//emoticons/wow.gif' border='0' style='vertical-align:middle' alt='wow.gif' /><!--endemo-->
Deep down, I always knew.
Because they're really funny! <!--QuoteEnd--> </td></tr></table><div class='postcolor'> <!--QuoteEEnd-->
twoflow, may I have your superior robot man-babies? Incidentally, I'd like to once again point out blaming my good self for your complete inability to fill a server despite having the two hottest bods in EU NS present is laughable.
- Shockwave
(And yes, I was both of them.)
Because they're really funny! <!--QuoteEnd--></td></tr></table><div class='postcolor'><!--QuoteEEnd-->
twoflow, may I have your superior robot man-babies? Incidentally, I'd like to once again point out blaming my good self for your complete inability to fill a server despite having the two hottest bods in EU NS present is laughable.
- Shockwave
(And yes, I was both of them.) <!--QuoteEnd--> </td></tr></table><div class='postcolor'> <!--QuoteEEnd-->
I wasn't there, so obv. one scorching hot bod was missing. Thus the lack of server success.
The page loaded.
My vision blurred and the walls around me closed in, leering at me like the hundred heads of Horace's Cerberus. And truly I was a glutton, a glutton for punishment; my masochistic tendencies having been the only thing that kept me rooted to my seat, puzzling my feeble brain as a <b>sannyasin</b> contemplates <b>samsara</b>, as I sorted the conundrum before me. <i>Surely</i>, I thought, <i>these words ARE in English. And yet... it is still another language... another language ENTIRELY.</i> I knew then the meaning of fear. Nay, not the psuedo-fear one might pretend to experience while reading a Stephen King novel. Rather, the fear polar to, but equal in strength to, a catharsis. Suddenly, the weight was lifted, my limbs could move! And MOVE THEY DID, with speed that even The Flash could not muster, I return to you know, from what I dub the 10th circle of Hell; British Comedy.
Fare thee well, and be warned;
ABANDON ALL HOPE YE WHO ENTER A BRITISH HUMOUR SITE
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GJ Flint, nice find. I enjoyed it thoroughly.
The page loaded.
My vision blurred and the walls around me closed in, leering at me like the hundred heads of Horace's Cerberus. And truly I was a glutton, a glutton for punishment; my masochistic tendencies having been the only thing that kept me rooted to my seat, puzzling my feeble brain as a <b>sannyasin</b> contemplates <b>samsara</b>, as I sorted the conundrum before me. <i>Surely</i>, I thought, <i>these words ARE in English. And yet... it is still another language... another language ENTIRELY.</i> I knew then the meaning of fear. Nay, not the psuedo-fear one might pretend to experience while reading a Stephen King novel. Rather, the fear polar to, but equal in strength to, a catharsis. Suddenly, the weight was lifted, my limbs could move! And MOVE THEY DID, with speed that even The Flash could not muster, I return to you know, from what I dub the 10th circle of Hell; British Comedy.
Fare thee well, and be warned;
ABANDON ALL HOPE YE WHO ENTER A BRITISH HUMOUR SITE
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GJ Flint, nice find. I enjoyed it thoroughly. <!--QuoteEnd--> </td></tr></table><div class='postcolor'> <!--QuoteEEnd-->
Hey, Max Payne; get your coat.
With five cigarettes
but no matches.
How do they manage to smoke?
Answer: They don't. They have no matches. Weren't you listening?
Ahhhh no matches!?!?!?
It lives in the winter
Dies in the summer
And grows with its roots upwards.
Question: What is it?
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Answer: It is a horrifically mutated plant that must be destroyed before it spores to the winds.
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The page loaded.
My vision blurred and the walls around me closed in, leering at me like the hundred heads of Horace's Cerberus. And truly I was a glutton, a glutton for punishment; my masochistic tendencies having been the only thing that kept me rooted to my seat, puzzling my feeble brain as a <b>sannyasin</b> contemplates <b>samsara</b>, as I sorted the conundrum before me. <i>Surely</i>, I thought, <i>these words ARE in English. And yet... it is still another language... another language ENTIRELY.</i> I knew then the meaning of fear. Nay, not the psuedo-fear one might pretend to experience while reading a Stephen King novel. Rather, the fear polar to, but equal in strength to, a catharsis. Suddenly, the weight was lifted, my limbs could move! And MOVE THEY DID, with speed that even The Flash could not muster, I return to you know, from what I dub the 10th circle of Hell; British Comedy.
Fare thee well, and be warned;
ABANDON ALL HOPE YE WHO ENTER A BRITISH HUMOUR SITE
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GJ Flint, nice find. I enjoyed it thoroughly. <!--QuoteEnd--></td></tr></table><div class='postcolor'><!--QuoteEEnd-->
Hey, Max Payne; get your coat. <!--QuoteEnd--> </td></tr></table><div class='postcolor'> <!--QuoteEEnd-->
Nxet tmie, ltes hpoe he lanres his losesn and lnkis to a Falsh mvoie wtih Jepasane msiuc and mnoo-salylbiac wrods.
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Because they're really funny! <!--QuoteEnd--></td></tr></table><div class='postcolor'><!--QuoteEEnd-->
twoflow, may I have your superior robot man-babies? Incidentally, I'd like to once again point out blaming my good self for your complete inability to fill a server despite having the two hottest bods in EU NS present is laughable.
- Shockwave
(And yes, I was both of them.) <!--QuoteEnd--> </td></tr></table><div class='postcolor'> <!--QuoteEEnd-->
Who are you?
Clearly you didn't find it laughable, dear, as you bolted from the server like a scalded dog after a very light ribbing.
Nevermind that, though: will you still be hosting the game servers by the time that the equivalent of NS: Source is released?
Perhaps the Nude Soiree needed the wee LBSC guys to draw a (naked) crowd, but they're all dead and therefore a bit useless at the best of times.
"This looks like a job for Super-Pithlit!"
Oh, and i´m "Contagiously miserable." wich sadly seems true <!--emo&:(--><img src='http://www.unknownworlds.com/forums/html/emoticons/sad-fix.gif' border='0' style='vertical-align:middle' alt='sad-fix.gif' /><!--endemo-->