Hit 5,000 before WOA 2003?

[calonderiel]

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ARTHUR: Well, um, can we come up and have a look?
GUARD: Of course not! You are English types-a!
ARTHUR: Well, what are you then?
GUARD: I'm French! Why do think I have this outrageous accent, you silly king!
GALAHAD: What are you doing in England?
GUARD: Mind your own business!
ARTHUR: If you will not show us the Grail, we shall take your castle by force!
GUARD: You don't frighten us, English pig-dogs! Go and boil your bottoms,
sons of a silly person. I blow my nose at you, so-calledArthur-king, you
and all your silly English kaniggets. (knight pronounced weirdly)
Thpbpbppbbt!

 

[calonderiel]

GALAHAD: What a strange person.
ARTHUR: Now look here, my good man!
GUARD: I don't want to talk to you no more, you empty headed animal food trough whopper! I fart in your general direction! Your mother was a hamster
and your father smelt of elderberries!
GALAHAD: Is there someone else up there we could talk to?
GUARD: No, now go away or I shall taunt you a second time-a!
ARTHUR: Now, this is your last chance. I've been more than reasonable.
GUARD: (Fetch-a da mush.) wha?
GUARD: (Fetch-a da mush!) [moo]

 

[Sodomy&Lust]

This page won't be only yours!!!

 

[calonderiel]

ARTHUR: If you do not agree to my commands, then I shall - [twong] [mooooooo]
Jesus Christ! Right! Charge!
ALL: Charge! [mayhem]
GUARD: Ah, this one is for your mother! [twong]
ALL: Run away!
GUARD: Thpbpbpbt!
LAUNCELOT: Fiends! I'll tear them apart!
ARTHUR: No no, no.
BEDEMIR: Sir! I have a plan, sir.

 

[calonderiel]

Originally posted by Sodomy&Lust
This page won't be only yours!!!

Damn!

Never mind, I've got a lot of time before me yet... I'll get an other one

 

[calonderiel]

Impossible de trouver la description de l'ID d'événement ( 1055 ) dans la source ( ClusSvc ). L'ordinateur local n'a peut-être pas les informations de Registre nécessaires ou les fichiers DLL de messagerie pour afficher les messages provenant d'un ordinateur distant URR; 64.

I hate having to work

 

[CHtheMetalfreak]

SPAM

 

[calonderiel]

Bleh... still working...

 

[calonderiel]

ARTHUR: If you do not agree to my commands, then I shall - [twong] [mooooooo]
Jesus Christ! Right! Charge!
ALL: Charge! [mayhem]
GUARD: Ah, this one is for your mother! [twong]
ALL: Run away!
GUARD: Thpbpbpbt!
LAUNCELOT: Fiends! I'll tear them apart!
ARTHUR: No no, no.
BEDEMIR: Sir! I have a plan, sir.

 

[calonderiel]

[later] [chop]
[rumble rumble squeak]
MUTTERING GUARDS: ce labon a bunny do wha? un codoo? a present! oh, un codoo.
oui oui hurry! wha-? Let's go! [rumble rumble squeak]
ARTHUR: What happens now?
BEDEMIR: Well, now, uh, Launcelot, Galahad, and I wait until nightfall,
and then leap out of the rabbit, taking the French by surprise - not only
by surprise, but totally unarmed!
ARTHUR: Who leaps out?

 

[calonderiel]

BEDEMIR: Uh, Launcelot, Galahad, and I. Uh, leap out of the rabbit, uh and
uh....
ARTHUR: Oh....
BEDEMIR: Oh.... Um, l-look, if we built this large wooden badger - [twong]
ALL: Run away! Run away! Run away! Run away! [splat]
GUARDS: Oh, haw haw haw.

 

[calonderiel]

Scene 9

Pictures for Schools, take 8.
DIRECTOR: Action!
NARRATOR: Defeat at the castle seems to have utterly disheartened King Arthur.
The ferocity of the French taunting took him completely by surprise, and Arthur
became convinced that a new strategy was required if the quest for the Holy
Grail were to be brought to a successful conclusion. Arthur, having consulted his closest knights, decided that they should separate, and search for the
Grail individually. Now, this is what they did- [tromp tromp] [slash]
WOMAN: Greg!
(The afore-pleaded for Greg falls to the ground with his throat nicely cut)

 

[calonderiel]

Scene 10

NARRATOR: The Tale of Sir Robin.... So each of the knights went their
separate ways. Sir Robin rode north, through the dark forest of Ewing,
accompanied by his favorite minstrels.
MINSTREL (singing): Bravely bold Sir Robin, rode forth from Camelot.
He was not afraid to die, o Brave Sir Robin.
He was not at all afraid to be killed in nasty ways.
Brave, brave, brave, brave Sir Robin!
He was not in the least bit scared to be mashed into a pulp,
Or to have his eyes gouged out, and his elbows broken.
To have his kneecaps split, and his body burned away,
And his limbs all hacked and mangled, brave Sir Robin!
His head smashed in and his heart cut out,
And his liver removed and his bowels unplugged,
And his nostrils ripped and his bottom burned off,
And his feet-

 

[argon factor]

You really are a Master of Spam. One more day and you will have taken the pole position . . .

 

[calonderiel]

Originally posted by argon factor
You really are a Master of Spam. One more day and you will have taken the pole position . . .

Well, I don't know when I'll again be at the office, so I might as well try to do as much as possible when I can...