Oneoufus de'Galicie > hi ! i am an indus at airkio IX-2 belt. I search someone with a freagate or cruser for mining.
Oneoufus de'Galicie > call me
Yuki Li > worst personal ad ever
Oneoufus de'Galicie > call me
Yuki Li > worst personal ad ever
Tr4xx > You on TS?
Tr4xx > Ooh new Raven
Tr4XX > The ship could not be insured because of the following reason: The ship is currently insured by Chi Prime. Please wait for the contract to void, or repackage the ship.
Chi Prime > I'm in MLM channel
Chi Prime > yeh, repackage it
Chi Prime > or let it be as it is until you are safely in h-w
Tr4XX > oh god
Tr4XX > wrong button..
Shayla Sh'inlux > Tr4xx's on a roll
Tr4XX > im such ass i cant believe it
Tr4XX > i reprocsessed it
Tr4xx > Ooh new Raven
Tr4XX > The ship could not be insured because of the following reason: The ship is currently insured by Chi Prime. Please wait for the contract to void, or repackage the ship.
Chi Prime > I'm in MLM channel
Chi Prime > yeh, repackage it
Chi Prime > or let it be as it is until you are safely in h-w
Tr4XX > oh god
Tr4XX > wrong button..
Shayla Sh'inlux > Tr4xx's on a roll
Tr4XX > im such ass i cant believe it
Tr4XX > i reprocsessed it
* YourMomma gives you a tissue
<YourMomma> wipe that cum and drool off
<MrBlades> tissue?
<MrBlades> c'mon, have to try harder than that
<MrBlades> im a old man remember
<MrBlades> takes a lot to get my blood pumping
* YourMomma gives you a viagra
<MrBlades> that'll jsut make it awkward for me to walk for a while
<YourMomma> wipe that cum and drool off
<MrBlades> tissue?
<MrBlades> c'mon, have to try harder than that
<MrBlades> im a old man remember
<MrBlades> takes a lot to get my blood pumping
* YourMomma gives you a viagra
<MrBlades> that'll jsut make it awkward for me to walk for a while
Pandaaa > in my mind we are holding veld together while a clown beats off in the corner
Gus Preston > dude your mind has been getting increasingly more worrying lately...
Gus Preston > dude your mind has been getting increasingly more worrying lately...
Itachi XIII > but tbh just because i dont sleep im not a 'hardcore' player
Ion Bartzabel > anyone interested in a rigged rook?
Bricleas > not much of a chess player myself
Bricleas > not much of a chess player myself
Tal Mordin > I'm 36...need viagra.
Airmaker > see what some loose talk does
Airmaker > it was my 34th last week
Dracoform > lol... 42 here and still going strong... without chemical hel:)
Zyranyth > omg you're all experts
Airmaker > 34th birthday, rather than S&M sess
Palitir > have you tried those 'liberator' ramps? so much fun
Tal Mordin > Heh, yeah I don't really need anything to get me going. Body's 36 but Junior is like 16.
Zyranyth > your son?
Palitir > yeah.. do explain
Tal Mordin > No...think again...
Airmaker > His manhood.....
* Zyranyth gets more liqueur
Palitir > we;re in the wrong mindset to be talked to like that Tal =)
Airmaker > his wee booby
Zyranyth > wee booby??!???!
Zyranyth > Never heard that before
Maximillian Franek > His Johnson of Doom.
Airmaker > actually typo there - wee bobby
Zyranyth > how do you know its wee bobby
Palitir > his wee bobby dazzla
Zyranyth > and not fat albert
Airmaker > yeah without the dazzla bit
Tal Mordin > My mind stopped at 12, Mr Dripples at 16 and my body is 36. Now do u get it?
Zyranyth > roflmao
Zyranyth > MR Dripples!
Maximillian Franek > Wow, can't believe we're talking about Tal's Johnson. We've hit a new low hahahahahaha
Airmaker > see what some loose talk does
Airmaker > it was my 34th last week
Dracoform > lol... 42 here and still going strong... without chemical hel:)
Zyranyth > omg you're all experts
Airmaker > 34th birthday, rather than S&M sess
Palitir > have you tried those 'liberator' ramps? so much fun
Tal Mordin > Heh, yeah I don't really need anything to get me going. Body's 36 but Junior is like 16.
Zyranyth > your son?
Palitir > yeah.. do explain
Tal Mordin > No...think again...
Airmaker > His manhood.....
* Zyranyth gets more liqueur
Palitir > we;re in the wrong mindset to be talked to like that Tal =)
Airmaker > his wee booby
Zyranyth > wee booby??!???!
Zyranyth > Never heard that before
Maximillian Franek > His Johnson of Doom.
Airmaker > actually typo there - wee bobby
Zyranyth > how do you know its wee bobby
Palitir > his wee bobby dazzla
Zyranyth > and not fat albert
Airmaker > yeah without the dazzla bit
Tal Mordin > My mind stopped at 12, Mr Dripples at 16 and my body is 36. Now do u get it?
Zyranyth > roflmao
Zyranyth > MR Dripples!
Maximillian Franek > Wow, can't believe we're talking about Tal's Johnson. We've hit a new low hahahahahaha
[21:04:09] Gigo > This i smore what I was expecting :) http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TYlWgn7WpuY&feature=related
[21:06:06] Lomong > Yeah, that one is horrible
[21:06:19] Lomong > And from what I understand, that might also be to Jocca's taste...
[21:07:26] Gigo > he's not biting :)
[21:07:58] Reatu Krentor > he's still jamming to it
[21:08:31] Gigo > lol - loop that baby
[21:09:33] Lomong > Jocca can feel the love in the chat right now :p
[21:15:39] Lomong > I wonder if Jocca's put us on ignore :p
[21:24:30] Jocca Quinn > just got that vid that gigo linked to play
[21:24:35] Jocca Quinn > bastards
[21:24:44] Jocca Quinn > _|__
[21:06:06] Lomong > Yeah, that one is horrible
[21:06:19] Lomong > And from what I understand, that might also be to Jocca's taste...
[21:07:26] Gigo > he's not biting :)
[21:07:58] Reatu Krentor > he's still jamming to it
[21:08:31] Gigo > lol - loop that baby
[21:09:33] Lomong > Jocca can feel the love in the chat right now :p
[21:15:39] Lomong > I wonder if Jocca's put us on ignore :p
[21:24:30] Jocca Quinn > just got that vid that gigo linked to play
[21:24:35] Jocca Quinn > bastards
[21:24:44] Jocca Quinn > _|__
Twin Turbo > yay finally got electronics upgrades 5
Twin Turbo > Now to do cloaking
Twin Turbo > and such
Rock Vixen > You mean electronics 5 right?
Twin Turbo > .........
Twin Turbo > godfuckingdamnit
Twin Turbo > Now to do cloaking
Twin Turbo > and such
Rock Vixen > You mean electronics 5 right?
Twin Turbo > .........
Twin Turbo > godfuckingdamnit
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!