: First off Steve, you've just stuck a sharp'n right through the old
: ticker......!!!!!!!!!!!
: A***ney.......!!!!!!!!
: You think I'm a***ney.....?
: You have no idea how big an insult that is bonny lad........:-)
That's the problem with a threaded newsreader... it's easy to lose track
of who said what. For the record, I didn't make the***ney comment. I
can understand your anguish :) At least no one called you Welsh.
Stephen
wahay ! another Geordie on r.a.s. :-)))
gan canny,
Andy.
Swell. It still doesn't explain the bizarre attitude and
rouge-out-of-context
british (hope to be cool) slang.
Whatever :-)
--
Header address intentionally scrambled to ward off the spamming hordes.
cisko [AT] ix [DOT] netcom [DOT] com
>--mK
Eldred
--
Tiger Stadium R.I.P. 1912-1999
Own Grand Prix Legends? Goto http://gpl.gamestats.com/vroc
Never argue with an idiot. He brings you down to his level, then beats you
with experience...
Remove SPAM-OFF to reply.
> I know how you all like to brag about how ferkin fast yer are aroond Monza
> in yer zippy little Lotus, how yah start to bubble when the frame rate hits
> 2, how you "finished 2nd" because the AI bloke driving the soupped up banger
> that beat yah is a cheating little ***er and blah blah is better than blah
> blah 2...and so on......
> But howz about putting your little ditties of sim racing stories in a post
> from the postieman...?
> Like this...(er excuse the language..)
> Its 7.30 and pitch black ootside.
> I'm hunched over me wheel with the plastic to the floor sweating like a
> noodle.
> Its Spa....
> I'm in 3rd place...NEVER been higher, I'm so tense I could crack a walnut
> with me arse cheeks...tongue sticking out of me gob in rapt concentration..
> Me mechanic gives me the board....3 laps ter go as I bomb down by the pits,
> arse wobbling like a jelly on the plate.........
> "Grip for ***s sake...!!!!!!!" I shout thanking God that the missus is out
> for the night.
> "Oh Oh........shite.." I gulp...
> For there in the mirror is that bastard Clark...getting closer and closer...
> "Don't you even ***ing think about it..!!" as I shift up from 4th to 5th,
> engine squealing like a pig.
> "Wahhhhhhhhhh haaaayyyyy.." I burp as I head down and up over the rise of
> that dangerous ***er of a turn.....Ea Rouge...I think..!!!!!
> Glance left, right...
> "Where'd dat *** get toooooooooo nnnnnnnnnooooooshittttttt.."
> With a mighty roar and a higho silver, Clark jinks to the left and powers
> past me on the right giving me the ***ing finger.........
> "Yer ***ing poncey shite......." I scream in my helmet as he disappears in
> the distance.
> I grip the wheel slavering like a lunatic...........eh..!!!!!!! what the
> f..............?
> The car begins to shake and wobble........
> "A puncture.......!!!!!!!!ahhhhhhhh"
> ..........straight over the nearest ***ing hedge..............game over.
> A little while later.......
> The mechanic is standing there with hands on hips looking as pissed as a
> newt...
> "And what the *** do you call that then.............!!!!!!!!!!"
> Er.......
> Anyone else got AI tales to tell...make a change from listening to the usual
> shoite....
> idav
> Master of the arse over***manoever.
