"VOLDAMORT" Highjacks the board

[lenire]

How do you kill this kind of snake.

[albatros]

ignore

i will lead by example from now on

[Volodya987]

shcho? Don't tell me O.Leg[L] got bitten AGAIN, by the SAME snake, STILL hiding in his dead horse head. Maybe, perhaps, Kkawohl can ask him to send us all a postcard. Anyone know how to speak Hindi, with Lithuanian accent, made in Us#A? If you can, please ask him. He has the internet address for the place where L now lives.
Volodya987
PS. Hope I'm not too boring

[Volodya987]

At least, put the other "O" back into my name.
Volodya987

[lenire]

HARRY, Where are you when we need you ???

Len

[Volodya987]

Hollow log, with 3 suns and one whore inside, washes up on a beach in Northern Europe. The whore instantly bolts to Vilnius. Lech crawls to Warshava and becomes a shoeshine boy. Check heads South, grows his hair long and attempts to enslave Europe. Rus sets of East, misreads his compass, and ends up in Keyiv.
Volodya987

[Volodya987]

Read all about it!
The shoe shine boy from Varshava sells his polish and rags to a stuttering buffoon at No10 Ongoing Duck Feathers St. He buys a concession to lick the arse of the Hobbit of Midland, Takes Us. The concession also includes a dozen and a bit hollow aluminium poles, with triangles attached, and a hot fire spewing from the bottom. Weapons of mass destruction, inside the poles, are included. As a sweetener, the Hobbit includes the exclusive right to sell pickled gherkins and ground cow and garlic, wrapped in pig's intestines, between 49th and 51st St., in far Western New Jerusalem.
In his confusion, the Hobbit confuses Eastern Iranians with Orks, and demands Mashhad be nuked. He missreads his cue card, drunk marines are ordered to spew into buckets, and Yankee puke rains onto Eastern Iran, with some, carried by the wind, falling onto Turkmen + Stan.
Meanwhile, an umpire, on the shores of Yedo Bay, trips over his tongue.
A six year old Afghan tourist guide sells a genuine, antique statuette of Alexander the Great, to a B52 bomber pilot, called Schmidt, behind the Blue Mosque at Mazar-i-Sherrif. The agreed price is $US200, but the boy demands payment in Euros. The factory, in front of the Mosque, instantly manufactures another one.
The Don of MadRid, confusing stealing oil with bull fighting, sends a pack of matadors to Iraq. Finding only sheep, goats and a small herd of Friesian cattle, they go to Spin-Baldach, in Southern Afghanistan, and, instead of bullfighting, they spin bull****.
A grand-daughter of Mussolini, unable to work out what's going on, sends a band of piano tuners to Mezopotamia. Finding no pianos with strings, they set about building a bridge.