ChickenHawk

</span><table border="0" align="center" width="95%" cellpadding="3" cellspacing="1"><tr><td>Quote </td></tr><tr><td id="QUOTE">I love those incredibly funny looking uniforms you guys have, and even more I love how serious the guys wearing them are. If I was in one of those uniforms I would be grinning like an idiot until I took it off<span id='postcolor'> LOL Not to mention the great titles some peeps have. The Right Hon Lord Count of Wessex etc. Wessex dosent even exist anymore btw. I think its great that a country can go around dressed in 18th century imperial uniforms and have grand titles like that and still take it seriously.

</span><table border="0" align="center" width="95%" cellpadding="3" cellspacing="1"><tr><td>Quote </td></tr><tr><td id="QUOTE">Who cares if she's useless ? She's an icon, not a ruler. I say keep her.<span id='postcolor'> Exactly! & whats funny is the rest of Europe, especially France are really envious. They love the Queen and they are jealous that they cant have great pomp & circumstance marches like we do.

I posted about the RM being attacked by fags and also about the thing with god creating the earth. They banned both topics. I guess the RM one was kind of ok to ban bkus I said they were attacked by Taliban weapon of mass destruction. But still.... kinda harsh

</span><table border="0" align="center" width="95%" cellpadding="3" cellspacing="1"><tr><td>Quote </td></tr><tr><td id="QUOTE">due to the amount of respect i have for this topic, i'm not even going to say anything relevant to it. I'm just going to post here.<span id='postcolor'> Isnt that spam? Take action vigilante moderators !!

Is that real?

Once upon a time in the Kingdom of Heaven, God went missing for six days. Eventually, Michael the archangel found him, resting on the seventh day. He inquired of God, "Where have you been?" God sighed a deep sigh of satisfaction and proudly pointed downwards through the clouds, "Look Michael, look what I've made." Archangel Michael looked puzzled and said, "What is it?" "It's a planet," replied God, "and I've put LIFE on it. I'm going to call it Earth and it's going to be a great place of balance." "Balance?" inquired Michael, still confused. God explained, pointing to different parts of Earth, "For example, North America will be a place of great opportunity and wealth while Southern America is going to be poor; the Middle East over there will be a hot spot. Over there I've placed a continent of white people and over there is a continent of black people," God continued, pointing to different countries. "This one will be extremely hot and arid while this one will be very cold and covered in ice." The Archangel, impressed by Gods work, then pointed to a small island just North of Europe and asked, "What's that one?" "Ah," said God. "That's Britain, the most glorious place on Earth. There are beautiful mountains, lakes, rivers, streams and an exquisite coastline. The people from Britain are going to be modest,intelligent and humorous and they're going to be found traveling the world. They'll be extremely sociable, hardworking and high achieving, and they will be known throughout the world as diplomats and carriers of peace. I'm also going to give them super-human, undefeatable football players who will be admired and feared by all who come across them." Michael gasped in wonder and admiration but then proclaimed; "What about balance, God? You said there would be BALANCE!" God replied wisely. "Wait until you see the loud-mouth bastards I'm putting next to them...."

</span><table border="0" align="center" width="95%" cellpadding="3" cellspacing="1"><tr><td>Quote </td></tr><tr><td id="QUOTE">and somehow managed to convince her to let him bang her.<span id='postcolor'> More like rape, I wouldnt let an old git start banging me if I was 11.

OMG Thats absolutely gross.

Rotten.com is disgusting. I remember seeing some pics of French settlers in Northern arfica after some uprisings in the 50's or something. Lets just say they cant have kids anymore and that they had an interesting last meal..

Its harder than that 30 mile march thing, theres a hell of a lot more to it than that. That was just one little part of it. I'll look around for the full course details soon but right now I dont have much net time sooooooooo.

Now thats what I call butch. Wonder what her b/f would think, I can imagine her asking if he would like her to walk him home lol. But then again, woman in the RM.. sounds like she may wana be a guy.

</span><table border="0" align="center" width="95%" cellpadding="3" cellspacing="1"><tr><td>Quote </td></tr><tr><td id="QUOTE">I think Chickenhawk was joking ... if you look at his avatar and sig ...<span id='postcolor'> BTW looks like someone up there has nicked my old avatar, dogmatix. I'm not planning to use it on here so feel free

& I thought you people were holy.

=[G]= o placidly amid the noise and haste, and remember what peace there may be in silence. As far as possible, without surrender, be on good terms with all persons. Speak your truth quietly and clearly; and listen to others, even to the dull and ignorant; they too have their story. Avoid loud and aggressive persons; they are vexations to the spirit. If you compare yourself with others, you may become vain or bitter, for always there will be greater and lesser persons than yourself. Enjoy your achievements as well as your plans. Keep interested in your own career, however humble, it's a real possession in the changing fortunes of time. Exercise caution in your business affairs, for the world is full of trickery. But let this not blind you to what virtue there is; many persons strive for high ideals, and everywhere life is full of heroism. Be yourself. Especially do not feign affection. Neither be cynical about love; for in the face of all aridity and disenchantement, it is as perrenial as the grass. Take kindly the counsel of the years, gracefully surrendering the things of youth. Nurture strength of spirit to shield you in sudden misfortune. But do not distress yourself with dark imaginings. Many fears are born of fatigue and loneliness. Beyond a wholesome discipline, be gentle with yourself. You are a child of the universe no less than the trees and the stars; you have a right to be here. And whether or not it is clear to you, no doubt the universe is unfolding as it should. Therefore be at peace with God, whatever you conceive him to be. And whatever your labors and aspirations, in the noisy confusion of life, keep peace in your soul. With all its sham, drudgery and broken dreams, it is still a beautiful world. Be cheerful. Strive to be happy.

I'm from France

ENGLAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAND!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I want to ask the room to prey that beckhams foot dosent f* up again.

Wheres your sense of humour? What kind of story do the people want? A serious one or a humerous one?

RTS SUCKS I remember command & conquer BTW, if anyone knows how to get fleet command, (the only good rts) to work on win xp I would be very interested to know...

Saddam should try that

He tried to look inconspicuous as he donned his Mickey mouse hat, the big floppy ears and wide eyes might also pose as a good disguise should anyone recognize him. His trip to Disneyland had not been as good as he had expected. Alestair laid his black, plastic, fake Raffaello briefcase down as he grabbed a seat next to a genetically altered beaver. The beaver was selling 70's shirts that looked like they had brain stains on them. Alestair couldn't help having a strange feeling of dej-au-vouz as he tried to look for the big clock that designated his rounde-vouz point

Right at the start, way back with Mallory and Miller in the bar, there had been a witness to the story. A solitary figure, never venturing into the light, he kept his presance unknown to the casual observer. But he knew what terrible things had happened, he alone had to keep the dark images trapped in his mind. He would wake up some nights screaming, cold but covered in sweat. Someone must have survived, and that someone was coming to get him.

http://games.worldonline.cz/flashpoint/ Its on that site, but I dont understand what that language (Russian?) says.

After a careful few seconds thought I have decided that I wish to commandeer the mission to Mars. My reasons are: 1.) Kids will learn about me in History class 2.) The world will be my bi*ch 3.) I will become legendary 4.) Hollywood might make a movie about me 5.) I have nothing else planned for tonight 6.) I fancy a change of scenery 7.) Being weightless looks fun So, I have some room left in my spacecraft, please state your reasons for joining my mission and maybe I will accept you.

Dont know too much about it, I think it was on the http://ofp.allstar.cz/index.php?newlang=eng site not long ago.