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Post by phantom general on Jul 24, 2005 19:42:35 GMT -5
"shoot me in the chest"~ benito mussolini's last words
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Post by phantom general on Jul 24, 2005 20:16:27 GMT -5
"I am Heinrich Himmler." ~ hienrich himmler's last words
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Post by phantom general on Jul 24, 2005 20:18:12 GMT -5
"When the music's over, turn off the lights." ~ hitler before he killed hmself
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Post by Bengl Von Shadowstein on Jul 25, 2005 23:12:31 GMT -5
Pilot: "Its just one little racoon. I'd turn back if I were you."
Ace:" But if you were me, Then I'd be You! And I'd use YOUR body to get to the top! You cant stop me No Matter WHO you are!!!"-Ace Ventura, When nature calls.
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Post by Googy McFloogal Puss on Jul 26, 2005 4:50:07 GMT -5
"He said I was harder to live with than an errection at a funeral" - Donna, 2 pints of lager and a packet of crisps.
"What is this world coming to? When a talking squirrel can't even go to a dinosaur themed world without being mugged by a bunch of prehistoric brats?!?" - Conker, Conker's bad fur day
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Post by phantom general on Jul 26, 2005 8:11:15 GMT -5
i take your video game quote and raise you a referance to napalm...
"You smell that? Do you smell that? Napalm, son. Nothing else in the world smells like that. I love the smell of napalm in the morning. You know, one time we had a hill bombed, for twelve hours. When it was all over I walked up. We didn't find one of 'em, not one stinkin' dink body. The smell, you know that gasoline smell, the whole hill. Smelled like ... victory. Ya know, someday this war's gonna end..." ~kilgore
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Post by Chupa Spotter on Jul 26, 2005 17:22:08 GMT -5
"The gun has infinite ammo because the feed mechanism is shaped like an infinity symbol" Weapon specailist from Metal gear. "I guess that makes sense then" Big Boss.
Metal Gear solid 3: Snake eater
That game is fucking awsome!!!
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Post by tobo on Jul 26, 2005 19:12:38 GMT -5
And from now on, I don't care if my tea leaves spell die, Ron, die — I'm just chucking them in the bin where they belong.-Ron, Harry Potter and The Order Of the Pheonix
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Post by Bengl Von Shadowstein on Jul 27, 2005 12:42:19 GMT -5
"Heh heh, Allright"-Quagmire, Family Guy (I think thats wow you spell it)
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Post by phantom general on Jul 28, 2005 6:44:08 GMT -5
"Men, this stuff that some sources sling around about America wanting out of this war, not wanting to fight, is a crock of bullshit. Americans love to fight, traditionally. All real Americans love the sting and clash of battle. You are here today for three reasons. First, because you are here to defend your homes and your loved ones. Second, you are here for your own self respect, because you would not want to be anywhere else. Third, you are here because you are real men and all real men like to fight. Americans love a winner. Americans will not tolerate a loser. Americans despise cowards. Americans play to win all of the time. I wouldn't give a hoot in hell for a man who lost and laughed. That's why Americans have never lost nor will ever lose a war; for the very idea of losing is hateful to an American. Every man is scared in his first battle. If he says he's not, he's a liar. Some men are cowards but they fight the same as the brave men or they get the hell slammed out of them watching men fight who are just as scared as they are. The real hero is the man who fights even though he is scared. Some men get over their fright in a minute under fire. For some, it takes an hour. For some, it takes days. But a real man will never let his fear of death overpower his honor, his sense of duty to his country, and his innate manhood. Battle is the most magnificent competition in which a human being can indulge. It brings out all that is best and it removes all that is base. Remember that the enemy is just as frightened as you are, and probably more so. They are not supermen. All through your Army careers, you men have bitched about what you call "chicken shit drilling". That, like everything else in this Army, has a definite purpose. That purpose is alertness. Alertness must be bred into every soldier. I don't give a fuck for a man who's not always on his toes. You men are veterans or you wouldn't be here. You are ready for what's to come. There are four hundred neatly marked graves somewhere in Sicily. All because one man went to sleep on the job. But they are German graves, because we caught the bastard asleep before they did. An Army is a team. It lives, sleeps, eats, and fights as a team. This individual heroic stuff is pure horse shit. The bilious bastards who write that kind of stuff for the Saturday Evening Post don't know any more about real fighting under fire than they know about fucking! We have the finest food, the finest equipment, the best spirit, and the best men in the world. Why, by God, I actually pity those poor sons-of-bitches we're going up against. By God, I do. My men don't surrender. I don't want to hear of any soldier under my command being captured unless he has been hit. Even if you are hit, you can still fight back. All of the real heroes are not storybook combat fighters, either. Every single man in this Army plays a vital role. Don't ever let up. Don't ever think that your job is unimportant. Every man has a job to do and he must do it. Every man is a vital link in the great chain. Each man must not think only of himself, but also of his buddy fighting beside him. We don't want yellow cowards in this Army. They should be killed off like rats. If not, they will go home after this war and breed more cowards. The brave men will breed more brave men. Kill off the Goddamned cowards and we will have a nation of brave men. Don't forget, you men don't know that I'm here. No mention of that fact is to be made in any letters. The world is not supposed to know what the hell happened to me. I'm not supposed to be commanding this Army. I'm not even supposed to be here in England. Let the first bastards to find out be the Goddamned Germans. Some day I want to see them raise up on their piss-soaked hind legs and howl, "Jesus Christ, it's the Goddamned Third Army again and that son-of-a-fucking-bitch Patton". Sure, we want to go home. We want this war over with. The quickest way to get it over with is to go get the bastards who started it. The quicker they are whipped, the quicker we can go home. The shortest way home is through Berlin and Tokyo. And when we get to Berlin, I am personally going to shoot that paper hanging son-of-a-bitch Hitler. Just like I'd shoot a snake! When a man is lying in a shell hole, if he just stays there all day, a German will get to him eventually. The hell with that idea. The hell with taking it. My men don't dig foxholes. I don't want them to. Foxholes only slow up an offensive. Keep moving. And don't give the enemy time to dig one either. We'll win this war, but we'll win it only by fighting and by showing the Germans that we've got more guts than they have; or ever will have. We're not going to just shoot the sons-of-bitches, we're going to rip out their living Goddamned guts and use them to grease the treads of our tanks. We're going to murder those lousy Hun cocksuckers by the bushel-fucking-basket. War is a bloody, killing business. You've got to spill their blood, or they will spill yours. Rip them up the belly. Shoot them in the guts. When shells are hitting all around you and you wipe the dirt off your face and realize that instead of dirt it's the blood and guts of what once was your best friend beside you, you'll know what to do! I don't want to get any messages saying, "I am holding my position." We are not holding a Goddamned thing. Let the Germans do that. We are advancing constantly and we are not interested in holding onto anything, except the enemy's balls. We are going to twist his balls and kick the living shit out of him all of the time. Our basic plan of operation is to advance and to keep on advancing regardless of whether we have to go over, under, or through the enemy. We are going to go through him like crap through a goose; like shit through a tin horn! From time to time there will be some complaints that we are pushing our people too hard. I don't give a good Goddamn about such complaints. I believe in the old and sound rule that an ounce of sweat will save a gallon of blood. The harder we push, the more Germans we will kill. The more Germans we kill, the fewer of our men will be killed. Pushing means fewer casualties. I want you all to remember that. There is one great thing that you men will all be able to say after this war is over and you are home once again. You may be thankful that twenty years from now when you are sitting by the fireplace with your grandson on your knee and he asks you what you did in the great World War II, you won't have to cough, shift him to the other knee and say, "Well, your Granddaddy shoveled shit in Louisiana." No, Sir, you can look him straight in the eye and say, "Son, your Granddaddy rode with the Great Third Army and a Son-of-a-Goddamned-Bitch named Georgie Patton!" ~general george s. patton
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Post by Bengl Von Shadowstein on Aug 8, 2005 21:14:20 GMT -5
"Gigity, gigity gigity gigity",Quagmire-Family Guy
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Post by Chupa Spotter on Aug 8, 2005 21:31:01 GMT -5
"I need you to have your parnets sing these so I don't get in trouble in case I need you to print a penis from off the internet"-Miss. Morford. My Health teacher.
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Post by Bengl Von Shadowstein on Aug 8, 2005 21:34:20 GMT -5
LOL
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Post by tobo on Aug 8, 2005 21:46:30 GMT -5
Potter, I will assist you to become an Auror if it is the last thing I do! If I have to coach you nightly I will make sure you achieve the required results
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Post by Gimpy,LordofallthatBreathes! on Aug 9, 2005 1:17:01 GMT -5
"San Diego. The greatest city in the world. It's a fact, it's the greatest city in the world. Discovered by the Germans, they named it... San Diego, which of course means, a whale's vagina" - Ron Burgundy
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