Well, fix it, you useless piece of shit.
- Arrakis (And Merry Christmas, too)
this message has been dictated to my personal secretary who writes
correspondence for me as I sit back and relax in my rocking chair with
a warm blanket over my legs, scotch in one hand, pipe in the other.
No glass of warm milk for me.
sent by telegraph, via western union to my fellows.
"I've taken up fishing again; teaching myself to play the harmonica.
The gods have forsaken us. It seems there are no more battles to be
fought; No more wars to be won. We're old war horses."
Ciao,
=GM=
On Dec 15, 1:25 am, Markus Armbruster <arm...@pond.sub.org> wrote:
> This useless P.o.S kicked another useless P.o.S, who kicked the useless
> I.S.P, who brought the useless machine hosting our useless blitzes back
> from its unclean shutdown, so you useless P.o.Ss can play again.
>
> Enjoy! (And Merry Christmas, too)