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Ok, Trash Talk is dying. We must revive it.

I say we have a party. With pictures of catfish



:ducks:

Um, how about this?




There we go. So, now we need mice. This guy'll do:



Ok, let's go!

:music plays:

It won't come back if we try too hard.

Which is how it died in the first place. People (DE, Swithich) tried too hard to be funny. Humorkillers.

Anyways. I'm afraid topics about the boards dying don't do much good...

That middle one looks about like the ones I lost in the weeds a little over a week ago... and there's even a streak of frustrating greenness to the side, even if it doesn't show up as a bunch of weeds. Man, those were frustrating... and I scared them by trying to get them through that mess... with everything else in the pond. Maybe I should come back with a rig stressed for 100 kg of stress (100 being nice round number, kg being about 2.2 pounds, so 100 kg = something that snaps only in the toughest of weed patches).

OK, forget catfish party... fishing story party.

Evil mice like picture #3 have infiltrated my garage.

Reinforcements are en route.

Sounds like it's time to bust out the ol' 12-gauge; it's mouse hunting season.

-Pufer

I've been exiled the past few days (self-imposed, of course), I guess I didn't miss much.

So what's cookin'?

Oh, steaks, a couple of dead mice that Pufer got with his 12-gauge . . . a bunch of hamburgers.

Mouse hamburgers.

I remeber this one time I was huntin' fish with a stick-o dynomate, which is like dynamite cept made with Dinosaurs and spelled weird, so anyhoo it was a party and I think I caught one now if I could just find the boat.

Nevermind any of that, my good sir, as we have much larger fish to fry in a light cornmeal-based batter. It now appears as though certain entities within the boat have seen fit to begin the dismantlement of a large can of tuna fish. I see this as an extremely inconsiderate thing to do in addition to the fact that it is clearly a challenge to the status quo, such that it is. As such, I remarked to a couple of my esteemed colleagues that this variety of happening could not be allowed to continue in it's present manner and proposed that we chuck the perpetrators overboard with a rather large dose of malice aforethoght. One of my compatriots voted against my proposal in a most outspoken way, drafting what would, in a simpler time, border on being a scathing treatise to the contrary of my belief system and preferred color of underpants. My other compadre in attendance remained entirely quiet on the subject, giving us cause to believe that he was suffering from a slight bout of death. We explored this further only to find that his untimely lack of verbosity was due to a very large sea bass having snatched his tongue away from him. Ever the gentleman, he waited until my debate with my premier associate had concluded prior to bringing this happening to our attention. After learning of our shipmate's misfortune, the two of us still in possession of our full capacities for oratory (which were significant, of which I'm sure you have no doubt) hatched a plan to lure the tongued-fish to the surface in order to accost our mutinous fellow travellers of the sea with great lashings handed out by it's great tail. While it was busy with them, we hoped that we could climb in it's mouth, find our friend's tongue, expound with it, and place it in it's intended location within his mouth. As it turned out (as if there was ever any doubt) our plan went off without a hitch and we were spared from the further tuna can dissection and our brother-in-arms's perpetual silence. As we sat down to a cup of Lapsang Souchong, we discussed the events of the day and settled upon a new set of guidelines for such a situation if it should ever appear again at some point in the indeterminate future. We bound our notes on the subject and I faxed the manuscript to my long time pal Chuck back at the Lee Ballack Publishing Company in Toronto for immediate distribution to the finest clearing houses around the globe. All in all, it was a fairly pleasant three hours, twelve minutes, and forty-six seconds, but I am certainly pleased that it is but a memory and not present activity that I am regaling you with at this present time.

-Pufer

TLDR

Umm... anybody else notice DE's new avatar?

The Apple Cøre, on Jun 1 2005, 05:35 PM, said:

No, and neither did you.

Hmm...

/me wonders if it's a good idea to ask what happened to that good eye avatar.

EDIT: DOH.

This post has been edited by The Apple Cøre: 01 June 2005 - 10:37 PM

I really don't understand self-imposed exiles. You're basically saying that the boards are a bad thing. Which they're not.

Explainy?

My eye is rolling around here somewhere...

My self imposed exile was because I had a topic hijacked. I had to cool off for a good 4 days or so.

Pufer I have a new Avatar for you:



And guess what is even more amazing; it's actually your last post! WOOOHOOO!!

:spins around, and falls headfirst on to oak desk:

Umm... not such a good avatar.

Or you could take a head shot of a Pfor warrior.

Here are some of my other avatar ideas (mostly Marathon) (subtitles included):

"They're Everywhere!"


The Emperor Wants You.


Marathon Marine


Bigger Guns Nearby


360 Japan

Here are two other Marathon pics, which I need to crop and compress (big, so I'll link them). One and Two.
I want to put speech bubbles in the first one. "So, how you doin'?" "Good, you?".

!

Destroyer E, on Jun 2 2005, 05:35 PM, said:

Man, you take life far too seriously.

I'm betting you managed the juggernauts with Photoshop. If not, you have too much spare time.
And the two are in just the right place for a well-targetted missile strike.

Wasn't this a catfish topic?

pp0u20e8, on Jun 2 2005, 04:42 PM, said:

That's the first time I was ever told that.

The Apple Cøre, on Jun 2 2005, 05:08 PM, said:

Catfish? Nah.

That pic was direct from the Try Again in the VidMaster's challenge. I was in the right place at the right time. Perfect for a snapshot. But if you notice, I'm out of SSM missiles.

And I had my Photoshop phun here:

Shrout1, on Jun 2 2005, 01:03 PM, said:

Hmm, it would appear as though my short burst of textual oratory has created some sort of wormhole. Very nice!

If I wasn't refraining from Avatar use for entirely arbitrary reasons, it'd be up under my name in a flash.

-Pufer

So it would appear with a blinding flash of light that astounds us all?