Most people just call me "Ginger" because they can't pronounce the Mijango Midg-an-go
Dear Nuzak,
Thank you for your recent correspondence, I am doing well and I thank you for asking, I have however heard some dreadful rumour about you contracting Syphilis from a disease ridden whore
Most people just call me "Ginger" because they can't pronounce the Mijango Midg-an-go
Dear Nuzak,
Thank you for your recent correspondence, I am doing well and I thank you for asking, I have however heard some dreadful rumour about you contracting Syphilis from a disease ridden whore
son?
Dear Nuzak,
Regarding your recent letter, you know as well as I do sir, that you being my father is impossible.
First off, I was informed of your disease by your physician, a man who obviously does not believe in doctor-patient confidentiality, he also let slip that you are as fertile as a brick in an oven.
Secondly my mother was killed, before I was concieved, in the great rowboat crash of 1812, I won't bore you with the details as to how I exist today, perhaps a tale for another time, I will however inform you I have obtained the services of a rather burly man who is, no doubt, on his way this very moment to bugger you senseless and leave you with your bleeding arse in a ditch in the remote countryside where you should pass onto the next life. The local wildlife should take care of your corpse.
Good Riddance.
Sincerely
Sir Lord Ginger Mijango the 3rd of Funkytown.
Marty: You met a man eating shit on a sandwich claiming to be mayor and you believed him? Who's crazier? You or him?
Well just played for a round or two as a spy. And I have to say my first back stab from being disguised was very gratifying.
It only gets better. Especially when the nice people line up AND stand still for you. It's delicious when youv'e backstabbed the majority of the team and then suddenly, the soldiers or pyros realize that their medics and heavies and engineers are missing...only to realize too late!
This looks to be the start of a very long and hurtful addiction. I'm so excited.
but then the bad luck strikes and none of your backstabs hit anymore and you end up crying, a figment of what you once were, always complaining about it whenever someone brings up backstabbing...
This looks to be the start of a very long and hurtful addiction. I'm so excited.
but then the bad luck strikes and none of your backstabs hit anymore and you end up crying, a figment of what you once were, always complaining about it whenever someone brings up backstabbing...
Well just played for a round or two as a spy. And I have to say my first back stab from being disguised was very gratifying.
It only gets better. Especially when the nice people line up AND stand still for you. It's delicious when youv'e backstabbed the majority of the team and then suddenly, the soldiers or pyros realize that their medics and heavies and engineers are missing...only to realize too late!
Most people just call me "Ginger" because they can't pronounce the Mijango Midg-an-go
Dear Nuzak,
Thank you for your recent correspondence, I am doing well and I thank you for asking, I have however heard some dreadful rumour about you contracting Syphilis from a disease ridden whore
son?
Dear Nuzak,
Regarding your recent letter, you know as well as I do sir, that you being my father is impossible.
First off, I was informed of your disease by your physician, a man who obviously does not believe in doctor-patient confidentiality, he also let slip that you are as fertile as a brick in an oven.
Secondly my mother was killed, before I was concieved, in the great rowboat crash of 1812, I won't bore you with the details as to how I exist today, perhaps a tale for another time, I will however inform you I have obtained the services of a rather burly man who is, no doubt, on his way this very moment to bugger you senseless and leave you with your bleeding arse in a ditch in the remote countryside where you should pass onto the next life. The local wildlife should take care of your corpse.
Good Riddance.
Sincerely
Sir Lord Ginger Mijango the 3rd of Funkytown.
search your anal cavity. you know it to be true.
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ArminasStudent of LifeSF, CARegistered Userregular
Well just played for a round or two as a spy. And I have to say my first back stab from being disguised was very gratifying.
It only gets better. Especially when the nice people line up AND stand still for you. It's delicious when youv'e backstabbed the majority of the team and then suddenly, the soldiers or pyros realize that their medics and heavies and engineers are missing...only to realize too late!
Yeah, I love stabbing you
And the knife is your penis, right?
Just like doc hammer, only not with a hammer.
Well just played for a round or two as a spy. And I have to say my first back stab from being disguised was very gratifying.
It only gets better. Especially when the nice people line up AND stand still for you. It's delicious when youv'e backstabbed the majority of the team and then suddenly, the soldiers or pyros realize that their medics and heavies and engineers are missing...only to realize too late!
Yeah, I love stabbing you
And the knife is your penis, right?
Just like doc hammer, only not with a hammer.
Wait, you never stab me anymore!
How do you feel right now
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Ginger MijangoDon't you open thatTrap Door!Registered Userregular
edited September 2008
Good game on Dustbowl, awesome meddicing and whatnot, did the server crash or was that just me?
Edit: Just a heads up, I think Roland mentioned he can't play next week. May want to double check with him though.
This is correct. We'll be leaving around 2AM Thursday morning and will probably get back home between 5 and 7 EST Monday so making it to the match will be very iffy.
On the bright side, with the title and all, the thread will probably only move about 20 pages while I'm gone.
I was the soldier in that pic holding up the rear, frantically firing off rockets to keep at bay the swarms of red pyros and scouts licking at the edge of the ravine, salivating at the chance to descend up our vulnerable convoy and devour our courageous push into their filthy control point ridden homeland.
I died a brutal and painful death at the hands of the red horde, but the rest of my team survived that Dustbowl mile and gloriously conquered red in the name of freedom.
Well just played for a round or two as a spy. And I have to say my first back stab from being disguised was very gratifying.
It only gets better. Especially when the nice people line up AND stand still for you. It's delicious when youv'e backstabbed the majority of the team and then suddenly, the soldiers or pyros realize that their medics and heavies and engineers are missing...only to realize too late!
Yeah, I love stabbing you
And the knife is your penis, right?
Just like doc hammer, only not with a hammer.
Wait, you never stab me anymore!
How do you feel right now
A little lonely... so ronery...
And I too am surprised that a mod has not yet changed the thread title, or maybe this thread is just something they don't ever visit or touch anymore. I mean, we're a chat thread that just happens to also play TF2 on occasion. And sometimes has announcements.
Posts
son?
I could tell you but ill spare domhnalls feelings.
Dear Nuzak,
Regarding your recent letter, you know as well as I do sir, that you being my father is impossible.
First off, I was informed of your disease by your physician, a man who obviously does not believe in doctor-patient confidentiality, he also let slip that you are as fertile as a brick in an oven.
Secondly my mother was killed, before I was concieved, in the great rowboat crash of 1812, I won't bore you with the details as to how I exist today, perhaps a tale for another time, I will however inform you I have obtained the services of a rather burly man who is, no doubt, on his way this very moment to bugger you senseless and leave you with your bleeding arse in a ditch in the remote countryside where you should pass onto the next life. The local wildlife should take care of your corpse.
Good Riddance.
Sincerely
Sir Lord Ginger Mijango the 3rd of Funkytown.
Marty: You met a man eating shit on a sandwich claiming to be mayor and you believed him? Who's crazier? You or him?
It only gets better. Especially when the nice people line up AND stand still for you. It's delicious when youv'e backstabbed the majority of the team and then suddenly, the soldiers or pyros realize that their medics and heavies and engineers are missing...only to realize too late!
but then the bad luck strikes and none of your backstabs hit anymore and you end up crying, a figment of what you once were, always complaining about it whenever someone brings up backstabbing...
Yeah, I love stabbing you
search your anal cavity. you know it to be true.
And the knife is your penis, right?
Just like doc hammer, only not with a hammer.
Wait, you never stab me anymore!
Doctor HORRIBLE.
How do you feel right now
SotQ match roster is up at the blog because you [strike]people[/strike] magets failed to bitch at me when I nominated myself for team Roster Dictator.
Not only is this the slowest moving TF2 thread ever, it's also the longest a TF2 thread has lasted without a name change
Ironically, worst thread name ever.
GT: Tanky the Tank
Black: 1377 6749 7425
For real. Who even speaks moonlanguage!?
Kind of like all Brazilians that play video games online.
Hint: Everyone hates you jajajajaajajaja
I think I may go become a clanger.
Steam - Minty D. Vision!
Origin/BF3 - MintyDVision
edit: fuucckkk imageshack
I'm pretty sure I anti-bitched at you. You have to get used to taking initiative with stuff if you get a half-decent positive response.
Also, I'm Quaz and Wally and I approve of your proposals. Might want to mention it in the group, as not everyone may catch this in the forums.
Edit: Just a heads up, I think Roland mentioned he can't play next week. May want to double check with him though.
Hey guys, we're testing out Service of the Queen's new server right now, if anybody wants to come help. It's dustbowl right now, and it's crits off.
Here's the IP: 69.147.239.15:27015
Password: wang
This is correct. We'll be leaving around 2AM Thursday morning and will probably get back home between 5 and 7 EST Monday so making it to the match will be very iffy.
On the bright side, with the title and all, the thread will probably only move about 20 pages while I'm gone.
http://de.youtube.com/watch?v=iakEQNHWLmk
That was epic.
I was the soldier in that pic holding up the rear, frantically firing off rockets to keep at bay the swarms of red pyros and scouts licking at the edge of the ravine, salivating at the chance to descend up our vulnerable convoy and devour our courageous push into their filthy control point ridden homeland.
I died a brutal and painful death at the hands of the red horde, but the rest of my team survived that Dustbowl mile and gloriously conquered red in the name of freedom.
A little lonely... so ronery...
And I too am surprised that a mod has not yet changed the thread title, or maybe this thread is just something they don't ever visit or touch anymore. I mean, we're a chat thread that just happens to also play TF2 on occasion. And sometimes has announcements.
Or some marty titties.