Forum Chat Bar & Grill

[Gryphin]

Unless Rags is female we will not date.

[Loser]

Unless Rags has a funny name for a girl (in more ways than immidiately obvious) he is male.

[mac5732]

GT, IRC chat is a chat room devoted for seiv players and/or friends where we can talk live. ask fyron or some of the others on how to get there, as I would only get you lost, I used Trillian to get there but thats a long story in itself

The older wizen crochety geezer walks over to his table in the cornor, parks his tired old frame onto a chair and orders his usual from Taz behind the new bar. He picks up his research thesis on the variant designs of a female's bikini and its effect on human male hormones in conjunction with his indulgence of a brewski or two while engaged in the supervious study of the individual designs of each participant of study

just some ideas Mac

[Fyron]

http://se4irc.spaceempires.net/ has all the info you need for connecting to #se4.

[Atrocities]

I am sorry, but I had just had to share this one.



http://www.protestwarrior.com/images...rge_for_we.jpg

[Narratio]

Originally posted by General Woundwort:
The rock band The Firm once did a Trek spoof song, "Star Trekkin". It was hilarious. Every character from TOS had lines in it, my favorite being Kirk's...

"Ah, we come in peace, shoot to kill, shoot to kill, shoot to kill, we come in peace, shoot to kill, shoot to kill, men!"

EDIT - chorus "Star Trekkin across the universe, boldly going forward, cause we can't find 'reverse'"

Or McCoys "It's worse than that, he's dead, Jim. Dead, Jim. Dead, Jim.
It's worse than that, he's dead, Jim. Dead, Jim, Dead.

Bartender! Another beer and put on "The Monster Mash!"

[ January 17, 2004, 08:23: Message edited by: Narratio ]

[Growltigger]

Personally, I always liked Uhura's

"There's Klingons off the starboard bow, starboard bow, starboard bow, there's Klingons off the starboard bow, fight them off Jim"

Pure class, Shakespearian and beautiful

[Cipher7071]

After his third giant mug of ale, Sam begins to get bored. Looking around the room, he narrowly eyes the newly-made statuary depiction of the 'Gryphin position.'

"Where in tar-nation did that con-sarn thing come from? Looks like some varmint skinnin' a mule."

Sam walks over to the composition and gives it a good kick, at which point the electrostatically held component particles fall into a not-so-neat heap on the floor, raising a puff of dust into the air. Then he dashes around the bar, hastily puts on an apron, grabs a huge push-broom, and sweeps the entire mess out the door. He comes back in, coughing and choking from the dust, and orders another mug of ale.

[Renegade 13]

Looking around the near empty bar, Renegade sees only Cipher cleaning up his little mess.

"Ah, what the heck. Pass me another drink, and put it on Cipher's tab. "

[Gryphin]

stops by for breakfast. Notices the missing statue. Grabs the remote to the security vid. Plays it back on the wall mounted screen.
Looks at Cipher and < gryns >.