DCF Refugee Internment Camp

[TheReal_ND]

I am most definitely not Spartacus. But tell him hi when you see him.

Nah. Fuck you dude. I heard you were being a little bitch about this trying to assign charter value to posters here. Honestly, you're fucking wrong for that.

[SuburbanFarmer]

I am most definitely not Spartacus. But tell him hi when you see him.

Nah. Fuck you dude. I heard you were being a little bitch about this trying to assign charter value to posters here. Honestly, you're fucking wrong for that.

Charter value? What the hell are you talking about?

[Montegriffo]

NO I'M SPARTACUS!!!

NO I'M SPARTICUS

No you're Smartipants.

[Montegriffo]

You know that Pearl Harbour conspiracy we were talking about? There was just a program on TV about it.

[TheReal_ND]

When I get that book back from my friend in Tennessee I'm going to make a thread and post cliff notes. There are a lot of unanswered questions unanswered while the motive is perfectly clear.

Also, where is ooky? I want ooky.

[Montegriffo]

You and me both bro. I started that earth matters thread to tempt her in. I guess she's busy actually doing something to save the planet instead of just talking about it.
The Pearl Harbour prog came to the same conclusion we did. Cock up rather than conspiracy followed by cover up to hide the fact US and Brit intel fucked up.

[TheReal_ND]

It's missing the Aussie early warning then but that does seem like the correct answer despite the Machiavellian alternatives.

[Montegriffo]

I ended up only half paying attention cos there was nothing new in the prog so I may have missed the Aussie stuff. Attention span of a fruit fly me.

[TheReal_ND]

It's not a short coming imho.

[Montegriffo]

Ah, there you are Grumps. I had that pool session today, turned into quite a marathon.

Well seeing as you are a rude bastard and you're not going to ask I'm going to tell you anyway.

I went down the pool hall with my oldest mate today. I have known him since school and nobody makes me laugh like he does.
It all started badly as we hadn't been for a while and they had redecorated and put a fuckin great stars and stripes on the wall right next to our favourite table.
Then Mike took the first game. I rallied and got ahead and kept the lead till it was 6-6. Now Mike's a lucky bugger who uses hit and hope tactics and the pool Gods were with him today. He took the next two games and then decided we should play first to ten. He was cheating too, constant banter with an advanced level of cursing so I kept laughing and missing my shots. I spat out a mouth full of coke twice because his timing is excellent too.
So 6-8 down and he only needs two games out of the next 5.
I started really concentrating and his tactic of making me laugh just as I was taking each shot was being used to perfection. Any way I managed to get back to 8-8 but I had a sinking feeling that it was not going to be my day.
When he won the next game I started to work on my excuses and called him a jammy fucker every time he pocketed a ball never mind the fact he is now playing with confidence and making some excellent shots. Luckily we had the room to our selves as the insults were flying back and forward at the level of two mental retards with torets.
So it's 9-8 to him and I can't lose another game. I take the table after his break, pocket 6 balls in no time at all. He's got nothing so I pot the last spot and the 8 ball with an off the cushion number because I'd left the 8 over the pocket but didn't have a clear shot of it. Now I wish there was someone in the room because that is the best shot all day and he has 6 balls still on the table.
So 9-9 and I'm feeling a lot better. I can win now.
Last game and you know the tension is high because Mike has gone uncharacteristically quiet and he is taking his time over his shots. I still won't shut up because...well you know me I can't.
Upshot was he took the break and left me nothing. I play a weak safety and he pots a few balls. I get back to the table and still nothing I can pot so I try for a snooker to give me two shots and a chance to catch up but I over hit it and leave him on. I've still got all my balls on the table he has two left. Even I go quiet now. He gets one and I'm back on the table. The balls are better spread for me now so I make a heroic comeback and get back to two balls left. He misses and I try for another snooker ( hide his ball behind mine so he has to go off a cushion) I get it wrong as he says his usual "come on show me your pussy" and I'm laughing again.
Long story short he wins and I half heartedly get my excuses out
I cut my bridge hand with an axe this week (true)
I couldn't sleep properly last night so I've only had 4 hours (true)
You are the luckiest player on the face of the planet (not true)

So the moral of this story is next time I tell you I had a good game of pool today, you should just ask what was the score, I would say 10-9 to Mike and nobody has to wade through a page full of drivel.

By the way, they had run out of toilet paper so that flag came in useful in the end....

(not true obviously)