<Kurenin> :(
<Kurenin> being in minmatar space makes me cry
<Kurenin> its like
<Kurenin> being in africa
<Kurenin> when you're a rich european
<Kurenin> you feel pity for all the inhabitants
<Kurenin> being in minmatar space makes me cry
<Kurenin> its like
<Kurenin> being in africa
<Kurenin> when you're a rich european
<Kurenin> you feel pity for all the inhabitants
cartmer > Your Banana Skin III places an excellent hit on Theoraden's Mum [LOL], inflicting 900.07 damage.
Ben Derindar > bwahahaha
Ben Derindar > bwahahaha
juel > 50 in local and they all pa
juel > i should just sell em my ships on escroe and pod myself and get out of here
juel > i should just sell em my ships on escroe and pod myself and get out of here
Justkill27 > opps looks like no det tonight, maxed my credit card
agentsmitty > stop buying new underwear over the internet!
Justkill27 > na its the new suit i got today
L'Ming > lace longjohns are not a "suit"
agentsmitty > stop buying new underwear over the internet!
Justkill27 > na its the new suit i got today
L'Ming > lace longjohns are not a "suit"
Burning Chrome > what would u like me in, and what are u running :)
cartmer > we are both in rookie ships
cartmer > with extreme fire pwoer
cartmer > and 100 orges each :D
cartmer > we are both in rookie ships
cartmer > with extreme fire pwoer
cartmer > and 100 orges each :D
<ArachV0id> penelope cruz ?
<@HellGremlin> No, Madeleine Stowe.
<@HellGremlin> Way hotter.
<ArachV0id> <- clueless
<@HellGremlin> Google.
<@HellGremlin> I can't google or I'll start masturbating.
<@HellGremlin> http://ww.momentus.com.br/users/suporte/cartao/stowe23.jpg too late
<@HellGremlin> No, Madeleine Stowe.
<@HellGremlin> Way hotter.
<ArachV0id> <- clueless
<@HellGremlin> Google.
<@HellGremlin> I can't google or I'll start masturbating.
<@HellGremlin> http://ww.momentus.com.br/users/suporte/cartao/stowe23.jpg too late
KSUDruid > i collect megathongs..
KSUDruid > kinda like a corpse...
KSUDruid > uh.. except in real life
KSUDruid > kinda like a corpse...
KSUDruid > uh.. except in real life
Amthrianius > ca are so boring =/ same thing everyday =/
Tooshy > yeah but so does NSA
Amthrianius > NSA are friendly now :p
Tooshy > see they ARE boring :)
Tooshy > yeah but so does NSA
Amthrianius > NSA are friendly now :p
Tooshy > see they ARE boring :)
agentsmitty > hey verap
Verapamil > Hey guys, I'm at work atm so I will have to go if someone dials 911
agentsmitty > oh ok
agentsmitty > good to see your focusing on the job
Zak Kingsman > lol
Verapamil > lol
Verapamil > What do you want me to do? Sit in the rig and just wait for a 911 call
Zak Kingsman > 'ring' Son of a bitch can wait, I'm getting ganked here
Zak Kingsman > 'ring ring' "answers phone" wtf do you want? I"M FUCKING DYING HERE!! ... caller-- so am i...
Verapamil > LOL
agentsmitty > lol
Verapamil > Hey guys, I'm at work atm so I will have to go if someone dials 911
agentsmitty > oh ok
agentsmitty > good to see your focusing on the job
Zak Kingsman > lol
Verapamil > lol
Verapamil > What do you want me to do? Sit in the rig and just wait for a 911 call
Zak Kingsman > 'ring' Son of a bitch can wait, I'm getting ganked here
Zak Kingsman > 'ring ring' "answers phone" wtf do you want? I"M FUCKING DYING HERE!! ... caller-- so am i...
Verapamil > LOL
agentsmitty > lol
Some Belated Holiday Spirit from Sq Sqeakums:
'Twas the night before Evemas, when all through the system
Not a pirate was stirring, not even a rat;
The haulers were docked by the pleasue hub with care,
In hopes that Gallante females soon would be there;
NORAD was nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of Quafe danced in their heads;
And I in my 'kerchief, and Seraph in his cap,
Had just jumped to his safe-spot for a quick nap,
When up on the screen there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from the bed to see what was the matter.
Restoring the window I flew like a flash,
Checking the scanners to avoid any clash.
The seventh moon which was all a-glow
Gave the luster of trit to objects below,
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But a miniature rifter and eight tiny drone-deer,
With a little old pilot, so lively and quick,
I knew in a moment it must be St. Concord.
More rapid than Ravens his drones they came,
And on local he shouted and called them by name;
"Now Badger! now, Badger! now, Badger and Badger!
On, Badger! on, Badger! on, Mushroom and Mushroom!
To the top of the billbard! to the station wall!
Now dash away! dash away! dash away all!"
As newbies before that before the guardians fly,
When they meet with an obstacle, straight through it they fly,
So up to the station-top the drones they flew,
With the rifter full of mins, and St. Concord too.
And then, in a twinkling, I saw on my scanners
The nearing and locking of each little drone.
As I tapped my engines, and was turning around,
Into my sight St. Concord warped with a bound.
He was dressed like a Caldari, from his head to his foot,
And his clothes were all tarnished with ashes and soot;
A bundle of items he had flung on his back,
And he looked like a dealer just opening his pack.
His eyes -- how they twinkled! his dimples how merry!
His cheeks were like roses, his nose like a cherry!
His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow,
And the beard on his chin was as white as the snow;
The stump of a pipe he held in his teeth,
And the smole it encircled his head like a wreath;
He had a broad face and a little round belly,
That shook, when he laughed like a secure can full of jelly.
He was chubby and plump, a right jolly old elf,
And I laughed when me/ laughed when I saw him, in spite of myself;
A wink of his eye and a twist of his head,
Soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread;
He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,
And filled my cargo hold then turned with a jerk,
And tapping his engines, steady as he goes,
And giving a nod, up his rifter rose;
He set his destination, to his drones gave a whistle,
And away they all flew like the down of a thistle.
But I heard him on local, ere he warped out of sight,
"Happy Evemas to all, and to all a good night!
'Twas the night before Evemas, when all through the system
Not a pirate was stirring, not even a rat;
The haulers were docked by the pleasue hub with care,
In hopes that Gallante females soon would be there;
NORAD was nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of Quafe danced in their heads;
And I in my 'kerchief, and Seraph in his cap,
Had just jumped to his safe-spot for a quick nap,
When up on the screen there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from the bed to see what was the matter.
Restoring the window I flew like a flash,
Checking the scanners to avoid any clash.
The seventh moon which was all a-glow
Gave the luster of trit to objects below,
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But a miniature rifter and eight tiny drone-deer,
With a little old pilot, so lively and quick,
I knew in a moment it must be St. Concord.
More rapid than Ravens his drones they came,
And on local he shouted and called them by name;
"Now Badger! now, Badger! now, Badger and Badger!
On, Badger! on, Badger! on, Mushroom and Mushroom!
To the top of the billbard! to the station wall!
Now dash away! dash away! dash away all!"
As newbies before that before the guardians fly,
When they meet with an obstacle, straight through it they fly,
So up to the station-top the drones they flew,
With the rifter full of mins, and St. Concord too.
And then, in a twinkling, I saw on my scanners
The nearing and locking of each little drone.
As I tapped my engines, and was turning around,
Into my sight St. Concord warped with a bound.
He was dressed like a Caldari, from his head to his foot,
And his clothes were all tarnished with ashes and soot;
A bundle of items he had flung on his back,
And he looked like a dealer just opening his pack.
His eyes -- how they twinkled! his dimples how merry!
His cheeks were like roses, his nose like a cherry!
His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow,
And the beard on his chin was as white as the snow;
The stump of a pipe he held in his teeth,
And the smole it encircled his head like a wreath;
He had a broad face and a little round belly,
That shook, when he laughed like a secure can full of jelly.
He was chubby and plump, a right jolly old elf,
And I laughed when me/ laughed when I saw him, in spite of myself;
A wink of his eye and a twist of his head,
Soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread;
He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,
And filled my cargo hold then turned with a jerk,
And tapping his engines, steady as he goes,
And giving a nod, up his rifter rose;
He set his destination, to his drones gave a whistle,
And away they all flew like the down of a thistle.
But I heard him on local, ere he warped out of sight,
"Happy Evemas to all, and to all a good night!