04-18-2004, 08:11 PM
Still buried in his pile of papers that seem to increase by ten every time he clears one, Tank weakly tosses out another badly scribbled note out the door, hoping someone would read it.
On it read...
"GET OUT THE CANDLES! THE PARTY FAVORS! And someone rescue the Princess from Snoopy's doghouse quick! We've got another birthday on our hands!!"
That's right, it would seem that our resident sword lover and lurker has gained (or lost, hard to say) another year. So raise your tasty beverages and give three cheers and a backslap to the birthday boy...
Wild§lash! Happy birthday man!
On it read...
"GET OUT THE CANDLES! THE PARTY FAVORS! And someone rescue the Princess from Snoopy's doghouse quick! We've got another birthday on our hands!!"
That's right, it would seem that our resident sword lover and lurker has gained (or lost, hard to say) another year. So raise your tasty beverages and give three cheers and a backslap to the birthday boy...
Wild§lash! Happy birthday man!
~§~
Tanker (tangk'er)n. 1. A dusty, crusty, grease-covered, dirty, sweaty, bright eyed, fuzzy faced, haircut-needing, beer-drinking, underrated, over-worked, underpaid, oversexed, little s%#* who can take a Tank and do more battlefield damage in ten minutes than a grunt squad can do all day.
Tanker (tangk'er)n. 1. A dusty, crusty, grease-covered, dirty, sweaty, bright eyed, fuzzy faced, haircut-needing, beer-drinking, underrated, over-worked, underpaid, oversexed, little s%#* who can take a Tank and do more battlefield damage in ten minutes than a grunt squad can do all day.
