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[Arcdelad]

Hey! Mr. Owl - How many times will the WOW music cycle while your waiting in queue to get on?

MR. Owl: One...two-hoooooooooooooo...three (crunch?)....three....

EDIT: I had time to even look this up in Youtube....lol

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3fGTUFqPJo4

[Buzan]

Too much free time on your hands there Arc?

[Shadowwolf]

411 licks!

As per the test done by some Purdue University students a few years ago =)

[Fleecy]

I am stuck in queue trying to log for Kara.

[Nixphire]

411 licks!

As per the test done by some Purdue University students a few years ago =)

Was this an avarage number of licks? Or did they only use one lolly pop? 

[Arcdelad]

ahhh.....time to play wow....i have my coffee...got my assorted munchies ready to go...sip my coffee an.....330 people ahead of me? what?

we need a solution to this....i think we take our tip from the greatest empire ever (no no...not rome...sheesh)....england! we have a problem: too many damn people on our server. How do we solve this?

Well...brittain took all of its rubbish...and sent it away! australia, asia, space - who cares! poof - brittain took its exiles and shipped them out of sight and out of mind...

with that thought in mind we need to take all the gold spammers, loot ninjas, characters starting with the prefix "nix", and melee hunters and make a mandatory exile to someplace horrible...like the illidan server or something....

EDIT: Minesweeper? Im playing minesweeper....dear god....

[un4]

http://www.tootsie.com/memoriesLicksMachine.html

Rome conquered England, starting in the transition from Republic to Empire.

[Arcdelad]

yeah...i know hehehe.....fun to belittle the romans though

[un4]

Rawr! 

[Arcdelad]

one of my favorite "get ya going" shakespeare's Brittain pride passages:

If we are mark'd to die, we are enow
    To do our country loss; and if to live,
    The fewer men, the greater share of honour.
    God's will! I pray thee, wish not one man more.
    By Jove, I am not covetous for gold,
    Nor care I who doth feed upon my cost;
    It yearns me not if men my garments wear;
    Such outward things dwell not in my desires.
    But if it be a sin to covet honour,
    I am the most offending soul alive.
    No, faith, my coz, wish not a man from England.
    God's peace! I would not lose so great an honour
    As one man more methinks would share from me
    For the best hope I have. O, do not wish one more!
    Rather proclaim it, Westmoreland, through my host,
    That he which hath no stomach to this fight,
    Let him depart; his passport shall be made,
    And crowns for convoy put into his purse;
    We would not die in that man's company
    That fears his fellowship to die with us.
    This day is call'd the feast of Crispian.
    He that outlives this day, and comes safe home,
    Will stand a tip-toe when this day is nam'd,
    And rouse him at the name of Crispian.
    He that shall live this day, and see old age,
    Will yearly on the vigil feast his neighbours,
    And say 'To-morrow is Saint Crispian.'
    Then will he strip his sleeve and show his scars,
    And say 'These wounds I had on Crispian's day.'
    Old men forget; yet all shall be forgot,
    But he'll remember, with advantages,
    What feats he did that day. Then shall our names,
    Familiar in his mouth as household words-
    Harry the King, Bedford and Exeter,
    Warwick and Talbot, Salisbury and Gloucester-
    Be in their flowing cups freshly rememb'red.
    This story shall the good man teach his son;
    And Crispin Crispian shall ne'er go by,
    From this day to the ending of the world,
    But we in it shall be remembered-
    We few, we happy few, we band of brothers;
    For he to-day that sheds his blood with me
    Shall be my brother; be he ne'er so vile,
    This day shall gentle his condition;
    And gentlemen in England now-a-bed
    Shall think themselves accurs'd they were not here,
    And hold their manhoods cheap whiles any speaks
    That fought with us upon Saint Crispin's day.

[Arcdelad]

lets face it....NO word should have this many consecutive vowels in it...."q-u-e-u-e"....what other word has a 4:1 ratio of vowels to consonents?!?

[Kothnok]

there's several others, but one of them is "cooey"

[Buzan]

there's several others, but one of them is "cooey"

Keylogger...

[Nixphire]

http://www.oneletterwords.com/vowel/

[fiere redfern]

Haha, best definitions ever:

Aa.
3.  n.  a river in Latvia.

<The crusaders donned their weapons, put the trappings on their horses, and with their infantry, the Livonians, and their whole company crossed the Aa river, went on through the night, and approached the pagans.  â€" William L. Urban, The Baltic Crusade.>

4.  n.  a river in the Antwerpen region of Belgium.

<Coastal Flanders covers the area from the North Sea to the Lys river and is bordered by the Aa river to the West.  â€"“The Traditions of Flanders,” Brasserie-St-Sylvestre.com.>

5.  n. a river in the Brabant region of the Netherlands.
<The Boundary Aa River (in German Grenz Aa) has been for years a minor source of irritation [between the Netherlands and Germany].  â€"The Geographer, Office of Research in Economics and Science, Bureau of Intelligence and Research, “International Boundary Study No. 31: Germany-Netherlands Boundary.”>

6.  n.  a river in the Nord-Pas-de-Calais region of France.
<The town of Saint-Omer stands on [a] hillside on the edge of the river Aa marshes.  â€"“Saint Bertin’s Abbey, St. Omer,” TheOtherside.co.uk.>

7.  n.  a stream in the Nordrhein-Westfale region of Germany.
<The bubbling Aa River ran alongside now and then with its waters tumbling crystal clear over pebbles.  If Mutti had let me splash in there, that would have made my day.  â€"Dorothea von Schwanenfluegel Lawson, Laughter Wasn’t Rationed: A Personal Journey Through Germany’s World Wars and Postwar Years.>

..Unimaginative lot, the Western Europeans, aren't they