• Hi Guest - Come check out all of the new CP Merch Shop! Now you can support CigarPass buy purchasing hats, apparel, and more...
    Click here to visit! here...

NEWBIE WAR OF 08': VICTORY!

John, wearing lipstick is not part of our standard issued uniform. I'd suggest you keep the cross-dressing private from now on...

:p
 
Jonesy said:
johncarbaugh said:
AVB said:
Two John's ganging up on me. The sticks were very nice but the turbidity of their actions and the thought they can bomb with impunity will not stand!
Click to expand...

That was just a warning shot across the bow AVB. Stand down or the next one will be a direct hit.

I got a song for you to. :D
Thats o.k., lets see how you do it
Put up your dukes, lets get down to it!
Hit me with your best shot!
Why don't you hit me with your best shot!
Hit me with your best shot!
Fire away!

You come on with a come on, you don't fight fair
But thats o.k., see if I care!
Knock me down, its all in vain
Ill get right back on my feet again!

Hit me with your best shot!
Why don't you hit me with your best shot!
Hit me with your best shot!
Fire away!

Well you're the real tough cookie with the long history
Of breaking little hearts, like the one in me
Before I put another notch in my lipstick case
You better make sure you put me in my place

Hit me with your best shot!
Come on, hit me with your best shot!
Hit me with your best shot!
Fire away!

Hit me with your best shot!
Why don't you hit me with your best shot!
Hit me with your best shot!
Fire away!
:laugh: :laugh: :laugh: :laugh: :laugh: :laugh: :laugh: :laugh: :laugh:
Click to expand...
So, what you're saying is that AVB broke your heart and you carry a lipstick case? :laugh:

At least change the words around like he does. :sign:
Click to expand...

:laugh: :laugh: :laugh: Thanks. I just started laughing and now the guy that I share an office with thinks I am not doing any work. Well actually ...
 
Learn this, you'll need it soon.



Laying here looking at the ceiling
Someone lays a sheet across my chest
Something warm is flowing down my fingers
Pain is flowing all through my back

I try to move my arms and there's no feeling
And when I look I see there's nothing there
The face beside me stopped it totally bleeding
AVB bombed me, he just doesn't care.

I remember
We were flying along and AVB hit us in the air
I remember
We were flying along and AVB hit us in the air

Then I looked straight at the attendant
His face is pale as it can be
He bends and whispers something softly
He says there's no chance for me

I remember
We were flying along and AVB hit us in the air
I remember
We were flying along and AVB hit us in the air

Life is flowing out my body
Pain is flowing out with my blood
The sheets are red and moist where I'm lying
God in Heaven, teach me how to die

I remember
We were flying along and AVB hit us in the air
I remember
We were flying along and AVB hit us in the air
 
It's hard to believe that, 28 pages into this, the silly little noobs still think they have what it takes.
 
Attacking Mr. Ironsides, nicely done fellow newbs.

Souldog, oh captain my captain, I have started loading up ammo for my next assignment, and based on the target I have been putting together some real heavy hitters. I think this next round of attacks just might be the ones that end the war once and for all.

8infa.jpg
 
HAHA! an old 8" when we're running Paladins with XM982 and NLOS ability. You don't have a chance.
 
Leave the job to real cannon cockers; your munitions are pitiful.
 
The FOGS have started their own thread to rattle their sabers or whatevers. :rolleyes:
 
You don't frighten us, English pig-dog! Go and boil your bottoms, son of a silly person.
I blow my nose on you, so-called Arthur-king, you and your silly English K...kaniggets.

I don't wanna talk to you no more, you empty headed animal food trough wiper!
I fart in your general direction! Your mother was a hamster and your father smelt of elderberries!
 
junkman_56 said:
You don't frighten us, English pig-dog! Go and boil your bottoms, son of a silly person.
I blow my nose on you, so-called Arthur-king, you and your silly English K...kaniggets.

I don't wanna talk to you no more, you empty headed animal food trough wiper!
I fart in your general direction! Your mother was a hamster and your father smelt of elderberries!
Click to expand...

Very nice, but allow us newbs to counter with this:

And Saint Attila raised the hand grenade up on high, saying, "O Lord, bless this thy hand grenade, that with it thou mayst blow thine enemies to tiny bits, in thy mercy." And the Lord did grin.

And the Lord spake, saying, "First shalt thou take out the Holy Pin. Then shalt thou count to three, no more, no less. Three shall be the number thou shalt count, and the number of the counting shall be three. Four shalt thou not count, neither count thou two, excepting that thou then proceed to three. Five is right out. Once the number three, being the third number, be reached, then lobbest thou thy Holy Hand Grenade of Antioch towards thy foe, who, being naughty in my sight, shall snuff it.
 
Ha ha! Hello! Smelly English K...niggets ... and Monsieur Arthur King, who has the brain of a duck, you know.

We French persons outwit you a second time, perfidious English mousedropping hoarders ... how you say: "Begorrah!"

How you English say: I one more time, mac, I unclog my nose towards you, sons of a window-dresser, so, you think you could out-clever us French fellows with your silly knees-bent creeping about advancing behavior.

(blows a raspberry)

I wave my private parts at your aunties, you brightly-coloured, mealy-templed, cranberry-smelling, electric donkey-bottom biters.
 
No chance, English bed-wetting types. We burst our pimples at you, and call your door-opening request a silly thing. You tiny-brained wipers of other people's bottoms!

Yes, depart a lot at this time, and cut the approaching any more or we fire arrows into the tops of your heads and make castanets of your testicles already.

And now remain gone, illegitimate-faced bugger-folk! And, if you think you got a nasty time this taunting, you ain't heard nothing yet, dappy k...niggets, and A. King Esquire.
 
Revenge
I'm screaming revenge again
Wrong
Ive been wrong for far too long
Been constantly so frustrated
Ive moved mountains with less
When I channel my hate to productive
I don't find it hard to impress

bones in traction
Hands break to hone raw energy
Bold and disastrous
My ears cant hear what you say to me

hold your mouth for the war
Use it for what isn't for
Speak the truth about me
Determined

Possessed
I feel a conquering will down inside me
Strength
The strength of many to crush
Who might stop me
My strength is in number
And my soul lies in every one
The releasing of anger can better any medicine under the sun


There comes a time within everyone to close your eyes to
Whats real
No comprehension to fail
I vacuum the wind for my sail
Cant be the rest
Let others waste my time
Owning success is the bottom line.
Like a knife into flesh
After life is to death
Pulling and punching the rest of duration
No one can piss on this determination


http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ugmxdT5qnE4
 
You couldn't catch clap in a brothel, silly English K...niggets ...
 
When danger reared its ugly head,
He bravely turned his tail and fled
Yes, Brave Sir Robin turned about
And gallantly he chickened out
Bravely taking to his feet
He beat a very brave retreat
Bravest of the brave Sir Robin
Petrified of being dead
Soiled his pants then brave Sir Robin
Turned away and fled.
 
I refuse to allow you people to corrupt my bombing songs. Just posting lyrics with no intent or strategy means NOTHING!
 
You must log in or register to reply here.
Top