The Grim Hamster lord

I want to go. NOW. You should Mont Blanc in winter, c'est magnifique. Anyway, we are getting snow this year due to some inversion over Iceland causing winds to be sucked in from Murmansk (if those nuclear subs go up we're doomed) and high pressure etc. So now I can go skiing outside my door and cross-country ski to school! WHEEEE! More ski ski! A skiing Phoenix! <{POST_SNAPBACK}> Is there something hilarious about that image Horatio?

Another crazy newbie who has stopped in to suddenly say something of value. Never to return again. He annoys me. It wasn't even a good argument. It was a very bad one. I can come up with better arguments than that against myself. Why does everyone keep dragging that quote up? Fine I stopped believing in God at that point, woop di doo. But is that the sole reason for my Aethiesm? Nooo. Only n00bs and people who think trawling through thousands of posts just to try and find something to poke me with do that. What kind of name is zoofzoof anyway?it sounds like a bad vaccum cleaner with an apple in its nozzle. Zoofzoof does sound like a cheap vaccum cleaner. For some reason, z's make things sound like vaccum cleaners. Like. Zatmo. Doesn't it sound like a vaccum cleaner? Sounds much better than Oreck. <{POST_SNAPBACK}> Or perhaps Dyson

Are they hammie approved cookies? Do they contain hammies? May I have the first cookie LE? *wide eyed puppy look* Of course they do not contain hammies... they have been given the hammie seal of approval! So no hammie chunks with sprinkles on top? *is horrified* <{POST_SNAPBACK}> I wonder what common meat hamster would taste most like. <{POST_SNAPBACK}> Everything tastes like chicken because everything is chicken. Just in a cunning disguise.

I want to go. NOW. <{POST_SNAPBACK}> You should Mont Blanc in winter, c'est magnifique. Anyway, we are getting snow this year due to some inversion over Iceland causing winds to be sucked in from Murmansk (if those nuclear subs go up we're doomed) and high pressure etc. So now I can go skiing outside my door and cross-country ski to school! WHEEEE! More ski ski!

that was poinoned. And then he started running in... your general direction. So I headed... away, over there, into a tube, out of danger. hidden underneath a... steaming heap of... roasted sunflower seeds... that someone farted... into outer space, by sunflower seeds, Then they exploded. The TARDIS landed.... That killed everyone.. Then the aliens... Of the family-Slitheen all died miserable slow, agonizing and very horrible deaths. So we vanquished... an entire bowl... of cow poo. I then materialised into our digestive systems. And he exploded. Beware the were-rabbit who just might... be your next... small chicken pie, with mashed potatoes and purple gravy. So do not consider eating the cinesra with toast and pickled marzipan. Rather eat pickled, pickled marzipan? Yum... Marzipan is delectable. Unlike Horatio's sunflower <{POST_SNAPBACK}>

*blinks* What are they going to do, pull at the california plate and push it away? Wow... <{POST_SNAPBACK}> Yes, they are scientifically going to cause the earthquakes! And destroy entire cities! <{POST_SNAPBACK}> Imagine the ability to roam about though... "Hmm... I'll just pull away from this here landmass and park next to... where should I park? Australia? How about we have a white Christmas this year and go to Antarctica?" <{POST_SNAPBACK}> I mean seriously, what're they going to do, move California onto a moving platform so we can have sunny or snowy weather all year round? <{POST_SNAPBACK}> Maybe you could become a pirate nation raiding other countries and stealing their loot? <{POST_SNAPBACK}> The most simple way to cause the next world war. <{POST_SNAPBACK}> I thought the easiest way would have been to launch a nuke at China.

Are they hammie approved cookies? Do they contain hammies? May I have the first cookie LE? *wide eyed puppy look* Of course they do not contain hammies... they have been given the hammie seal of approval! So no hammie chunks with sprinkles on top? *is horrified* <{POST_SNAPBACK}> *whacks robotic version on head for disturbing the poor Horatio* *sends Horatio to therapy*

Another crazy newbie who has stopped in to suddenly say something of value. Never to return again. He annoys me. It wasn't even a good argument. It was a very bad one. I can come up with better arguments than that against myself. Why does everyone keep dragging that quote up? Fine I stopped believing in God at that point, woop di doo. But is that the sole reason for my Aethiesm? Nooo. Only n00bs and people who think trawling through thousands of posts just to try and find something to poke me with do that. What kind of name is zoofzoof anyway?it sounds like a bad vaccum cleaner with an apple in its nozzle.

it's rather simple, as a way to compare the level of knowlege among members of a group, an individual decided to assign a numerical values to certain points of data, and rate each individual on their abilty to recall said data at a designated time. the total numerical equivialnt of the the data they sucessfully remembered is then used to represent their level of knowlege. for some reason, the nuber 100 has become common to represent the ideal level of knowlege. <{POST_SNAPBACK}> I understand the testing bit, I don't understand how you get from the percentage to the number. For example why not say that everything from 80% to 85% is an A+ rather than saying that 50%-60% is 70.

Are they hammie approved cookies? Do they contain hammies? May I have the first cookie LE? *wide eyed puppy look* Of course they do not contain hammies... they have been given the hammie seal of approval! <{POST_SNAPBACK}> So no hammie chunks with sprinkles on top?

*after landing, starts pushing the sunflower seeds out of my pouches* OooH!! *picks up horatio and jumps back through the hole, then uses him like a machine gun* sey 'ello to my Liittle friend. *ducks behind some idiots on steroids* *gets out hamster from rucksack* *feeds it some chillis from the Louissiana bayou* *jumps up and flamethrowers the gym* Do you like being well done or extra crispy? *pwns fire with teh Claymore* Excuse me, Kat, but your magical Claymore has just melted. O_O Haha! Nothing can stop teh Claymore! *pwns ninja-hammies, but carefully so that they are not harmed, then gives 'em all to Horatio* *takes all the ninja-hammies, loads them in the helicopter, hands - Kat - a bag of pin tac and departs* *detonates the fake robo-hammies in Horatio's helicopter blowing it up* *shocked, TGHL sees the real ninja-hammies and Horatio parachuting to safety* *sends eagle squadron to rip up Horatio's paracute(s) and collect the Hammies* *Horatio plummets down into the sea and is promptly circled by Great White Sharks doing the tango* *the pelican airforce arrives, scoops Horatio out of the water and away from the sharks and collects the bobbing buoys containing the real ninja-hammies in their pouches, departing into the sunset* (this really takes me back to the olden days) *Falcon and Hawk squad arrive and execute a double manouvre rescuing the hammies from drowning in the pelican beaks and dropping Horatio into Portuguese man o' war infested waters* *A man o' war drifts towards Horatio, stingers outstreched ready to welcome the hammie into its jellified depths* *watches Horatio autoinflate life raft with titanium bottom to keep fish from biting it* <{POST_SNAPBACK}> *watches Octopi crawl up the sides of the raft and try to strangle Horatio* *Horatio's lifeboat sinks after physics cottons onto the fact he is in a titanium raft and denser materials sink in water*

*skis down the side of Mount Blanc* A trip to the Alps only takes 2 hours to London, an hour to get through the Euro tunnel and then a further 3 hours on the TGV to the gateway to the Alpine country. I'll just keep skiing while you think about skiing... Hee Hee... *sees Horatio's helicopter hovering round the side of Mount Blanc with a missile already ready to cause an avalanche* Hmmm.... Perhaps not a good idea to talk then? Less talk, more skiing.

Are they hammie approved cookies? <{POST_SNAPBACK}> Do they contain hammies? May I have the first cookie LE? *wide eyed puppy look*

*after landing, starts pushing the sunflower seeds out of my pouches* OooH!! *picks up horatio and jumps back through the hole, then uses him like a machine gun* sey 'ello to my Liittle friend. *ducks behind some idiots on steroids* *gets out hamster from rucksack* *feeds it some chillis from the Louissiana bayou* *jumps up and flamethrowers the gym* Do you like being well done or extra crispy? *pwns fire with teh Claymore* Excuse me, Kat, but your magical Claymore has just melted. O_O Haha! Nothing can stop teh Claymore! *pwns ninja-hammies, but carefully so that they are not harmed, then gives 'em all to Horatio* *takes all the ninja-hammies, loads them in the helicopter, hands - Kat - a bag of pin tac and departs* *detonates the fake robo-hammies in Horatio's helicopter blowing it up* *shocked, TGHL sees the real ninja-hammies and Horatio parachuting to safety* *sends eagle squadron to rip up Horatio's paracute(s) and collect the Hammies* *Horatio plummets down into the sea and is promptly circled by Great White Sharks doing the tango* *the pelican airforce arrives, scoops Horatio out of the water and away from the sharks and collects the bobbing buoys containing the real ninja-hammies in their pouches, departing into the sunset* <{POST_SNAPBACK}> (this really takes me back to the olden days) *Falcon and Hawk squad arrive and execute a double manouvre rescuing the hammies from drowning in the pelican beaks and dropping Horatio into Portuguese man o' war infested waters* *A man o' war drifts towards Horatio, stingers outstreched ready to welcome the hammie into its jellified depths*

I don't understand any of this (the point system) so I'm just going to keep out of it.

Getting the spreadsheets done? Or alternatively writing down the rules and regulations in a handy PFD format.

*after landing, starts pushing the sunflower seeds out of my pouches* OooH!! *picks up horatio and jumps back through the hole, then uses him like a machine gun* sey 'ello to my Liittle friend. *ducks behind some idiots on steroids* *gets out hamster from rucksack* *feeds it some chillis from the Louissiana bayou* *jumps up and flamethrowers the gym* Do you like being well done or extra crispy? *pwns fire with teh Claymore* Excuse me, Kat, but your magical Claymore has just melted. O_O Haha! Nothing can stop teh Claymore! *pwns ninja-hammies, but carefully so that they are not harmed, then gives 'em all to Horatio* *takes all the ninja-hammies, loads them in the helicopter, hands - Kat - a bag of pin tac and departs* *detonates the fake robo-hammies in Horatio's helicopter blowing it up* *shocked, TGHL sees the real ninja-hammies and Horatio parachuting to safety* <{POST_SNAPBACK}> *sends eagle squadron to rip up Horatio's paracute(s) and collect the Hammies* *Horatio plummets down into the sea and is promptly circled by Great White Sharks doing the tango*

Of course! Chock full of debates and such! One of these days I'm gonna put this data into one book and publish it as, "Debates from the Young Minds". Cashing in on all of you. BEST SELLER! lol You'd have to share the royalties, of course. Don't you mean give all profits to me? I'd probably only share profits with people such as Paz, TGHL, and Toto, as they are main debaters and I'd probably only use a few of the mainstream debates. Oh. And I'd share with the website creator and Horatio, perhaps. I'm odd. Thinking up funny stuff like this. *was worried for a moment* Phew! Thanks for including me! <{POST_SNAPBACK}> You've stepped into this argument enough times to stop outright murder, grevious bodily harm and conspiracy to commit an affray.

Where'd your cookie topic go? I'd like a cookie about now. <{POST_SNAPBACK}> Are you sure I had a cookie topic...? I can't even remember it. If you find it I'll give you a cookie myself. Greetings to everyone else that I've missed! <{POST_SNAPBACK}> Oh yes, you offered everyone who posted in the topic a cookie, which eventually spawned the cakies! Greetings unto you LE! How are you teachers in the run up to the GCSEs? Poking you with sticks and whinging about how you only have a few (20 weeks I think are left) until the real GCSEs! Ooh, scary. In the meantime I have the MOCKs to deal with, so meh.

*blinks* What are they going to do, pull at the california plate and push it away? Wow... <{POST_SNAPBACK}> Yes, they are scientifically going to cause the earthquakes! And destroy entire cities! <{POST_SNAPBACK}> Imagine the ability to roam about though... "Hmm... I'll just pull away from this here landmass and park next to... where should I park? Australia? How about we have a white Christmas this year and go to Antarctica?" <{POST_SNAPBACK}> I mean seriously, what're they going to do, move California onto a moving platform so we can have sunny or snowy weather all year round? <{POST_SNAPBACK}> Maybe you could become a pirate nation raiding other countries and stealing their loot?

Maybe because this topic is ten months old? <{POST_SNAPBACK}> And now requires an iron lung in order to live! <{POST_SNAPBACK}> We must save it, doctor! <{POST_SNAPBACK}> Clear! Clear! 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CLEARCLEARCLEARCLEARCLEARCLEARCLEARCLEARCLEARCLEARCLEARCLEARCLEARCLEAR I think i cleared it dead. ;.; <{POST_SNAPBACK}> Why didn't you actually jump start its heart rather than shouting at it?

*after landing, starts pushing the sunflower seeds out of my pouches* OooH!! *picks up horatio and jumps back through the hole, then uses him like a machine gun* sey 'ello to my Liittle friend. *ducks behind some idiots on steroids* *gets out hamster from rucksack* *feeds it some chillis from the Louissiana bayou* *jumps up and flamethrowers the gym* Do you like being well done or extra crispy? *pwns fire with teh Claymore* Excuse me, Kat, but your magical Claymore has just melted. O_O Haha! Nothing can stop teh Claymore! *pwns ninja-hammies, but carefully so that they are not harmed, then gives 'em all to Horatio* *takes all the ninja-hammies, loads them in the helicopter, hands - Kat - a bag of pin tac and departs* <{POST_SNAPBACK}> *detonates the fake robo-hammies in Horatio's helicopter blowing it up*

that was poinoned. And then he started running in... your general direction. So I headed... away, over there, into a tube, out of danger. hidden underneath a... steaming heap of... roasted sunflower seeds... that someone farted... into outer space, by sunflower seeds, Then they exploded. The TARDIS landed.... That killed everyone.. Then the aliens... Of the family-Slitheen all died miserable slow, agonizing and very horrible deaths. So we vanquished... an entire bowl... of cow poo. I then materialised into our digestive systems. And he exploded. Beware the were-rabbit who just might... be your next... small chicken pie,

*after landing, starts pushing the sunflower seeds out of my pouches* <{POST_SNAPBACK}> OooH!! *picks up horatio and jumps back through the hole, then uses him like a machine gun* sey 'ello to my Liittle friend. <{POST_SNAPBACK}> *ducks behind some idiots on steroids* *gets out hamster from rucksack* *feeds it some chillis from the Louissiana bayou* *jumps up and flamethrowers the gym* Do you like being well done or extra crispy? <{POST_SNAPBACK}> *pwns fire with teh Claymore* <{POST_SNAPBACK}> *releases the Claymore weilding Ninja-Hammies*

Maybe because this topic is ten months old? <{POST_SNAPBACK}> And now requires an iron lung in order to live!