22ndSAS PC Gaming Clan

Kept getting PM's last night
This is how thay went.





Yahoo [Bot]: Hi
D!eHard: wtf
Yahoo [Bot]: Hi D!eHard
D!eHard: is that you Ice ?
Yahoo [Bot]: No its me!
D!eHard: Who the fooks me
Yahoo [Bot]: I've noticed you lately
Yahoo [Bot]: all on on your own x
D!eHard: And ?
Yahoo [Bot]: I just like your name, it kinda cute
D!eHard: and whats thats suposed to fookin mean?
D!eHard: if thats you porky stop fookin around
D!eHard: its one of you admins i know it is
Yahoo [Bot]: do you know when you die? will you die HARD
D!eHard: fu
Yahoo [Bot]: that would be nice
D!eHard: is that you unreal
Yahoo [Bot]: no its me
Yahoo [Bot]: do you like the [Bot] bit DieHARD
D!eHard: fook off im not gay
D!eHard: this is fookin scaring me now because no one else is logged in
D!eHard: its got to be one of you fookin admins ya bastards
Yahoo [Bot]: dont you think [Bot] and HARD go together DieHARD ooooooooo
D!eHard: actually!
D!eHard: NO I FOOKIN DONT
Yahoo [Bot]: im not a man ya know!
D!eHard: your not
Yahoo [Bot]: no
D!eHard: do you want me to get my willy out then?
Yahoo [Bot]: you can do if you want
Yahoo [Bot]: but it wont do you any good!
D!eHard: why....Im feeling horny now
Yahoo [Bot]: unless you want to wank over a web crawler then be my guest.
Yahoo [Bot]: bye.
D!eHard: [b*stard]!!!!!!!!!!!
D!eHard: hello
D!eHard: hello
D!eHard: are you still there?
D!eHard: hello
D!eHard: hello are you still there?
D!eHard: Yahoo
D!eHard: bot talk to me
D!eHard: hello
D!eHard: hello
D!eHard: hello
D!eHard: hello
D!eHard: are you on tomorrow night?

omg die hard... i think u hav to talk to a specialist

Classic mate, spam of the month IMO...

ban the bots

Pmsllll

Classic

Dont trust it Diehard...
Its a 4 timing slapper:



Edit: Woot! Bot spit roast!

lol cuz is in the arse area as usual as yahoo gets blown

Cant believe I wrote this... I was bored and pissed last night.........

If you go down the woods today ... (survival training joke)

The SAS, the Parachute Regiment and the Police decide to go on a survival weekend together to see who comes out on top. After some basic exercises the directing staff tell them that their next objective is to go down into the woods and catch a rabbit, returning with it ready to skin and cook. Night falls.....

First up - the SAS. They don infrared goggles, drop to the ground and crawl into the woods in formation. Absolute silence for 5 minutes, followed by the unmistakable muffled "phut-phut" of their trademark silenced "double-tap". They emerge with a large rabbit shot cleanly between the eyes.

"Excellent!" remarks one of the instructors.

Next up - the Para 's. They finish their cans of lager, smear themselves with camouflage cream, fix bayonets and charge down into the woods, screaming at the top of their lungs. For the next hour the woods ring with the sound of rifle and machine-gun fire, hand grenades, mortar bombs and blood curdling war cries. Eventually they emerge, carrying the charred remains of a rabbit.

"A bit messy, but you achieved the aim; good effort", says the instructor.

Lastly, in go the Coppers, walking slowly, hands behind backs whistling Dixon of Dock Green. For the next few hours, the silence is only broken by the occasional crackle of a walkie-talkie "Sierra Lima Whisky Tango Fanta One, suspect headed straight for you..." etc. After what seems an eternity, they emerge escorting a squirrel in handcuffs.

"What the hell do you think you are doing?" asks the course director, "Take this squirrel back and get me a rabbit like I asked you five hours ago!".

So back they go. Minutes pass. Minutes turn to hours, night drags on and turns to day. The next morning, the trainer and the other teams are awakened by the police, holding the handcuffed squirrel, now covered in bruises, one eye nearly shut.

"Are you taking the p*ss!!??" asks the now seriously irate instructor.

The police team leader nudges the squirrel, who squeaks:

"Alright, alright, I'm a f*ckin' rabbit!"