Rogues Gallery! (what do you look like?)

[quikstrike98]

Hey, a lot of girls are open to it if someone will show them what they're dong and be patient. I secretly would love to find someone who would be up for sharing stuff like that.

*Raises eyebrow*

What? Girls aren't exactly taught that that's the cool thing to do, but I've seen many a woman who started getting into it once they dated a guy who liked it.

Got any cute friends in St. Louis?

[rachelalexis]

Hey, a lot of girls are open to it if someone will show them what they're dong and be patient. I secretly would love to find someone who would be up for sharing stuff like that.

*Raises eyebrow*

What? Girls aren't exactly taught that that's the cool thing to do, but I've seen many a woman who started getting into it once they dated a guy who liked it.

Got any cute friends in St. Louis?

Hehe, sorry man, I know people who are from St. Louis, but no girls.

[SarawithouttheH]

Hey, a lot of girls are open to it if someone will show them what they're dong and be patient. I secretly would love to find someone who would be up for sharing stuff like that.

Mmmm... I think that may be true in some cases but not all girls want to try. I think there has to be a little tomboy in them. I have yet to get any of my girlfriends to play and I doubt they ever will. My husband plays because he loves living in a little fantasy world away from reality and the stratgey in the game... I personally like to play because I love to kill other players. The only games I enjoy playing are ones where I kill other characters like grand theft auto. PvP is the greatest! Nothing like taking out your frustrations on someone you don't even know.

[quikstrike98]

Hey, a lot of girls are open to it if someone will show them what they're dong and be patient. I secretly would love to find someone who would be up for sharing stuff like that.

Mmmm... I think that may be true in some cases but not all girls want to try. I think there has to be a little tomboy in them. I have yet to get any of my girlfriends to play and I doubt they ever will. My husband plays because he loves living in a little fantasy world away from reality and the stratgey in the game... I personally like to play because I love to kill other players. The only games I enjoy playing are ones where I kill other characters like grand theft auto. PvP is the greatest! Nothing like taking out your frustrations on someone you don't even know.

The only thing better is office paintball, and pounding the crud out of your boss with paintballs. My current company doesn't do "team-building" outings, however....

[rachelalexis]

Hey, a lot of girls are open to it if someone will show them what they're dong and be patient. I secretly would love to find someone who would be up for sharing stuff like that.

Mmmm... I think that may be true in some cases but not all girls want to try. I think there has to be a little tomboy in them. I have yet to get any of my girlfriends to play and I doubt they ever will. My husband plays because he loves living in a little fantasy world away from reality and the stratgey in the game... I personally like to play because I love to kill other players. The only games I enjoy playing are ones where I kill other characters like grand theft auto. PvP is the greatest! Nothing like taking out your frustrations on someone you don't even know.

Yeah, I have a lot of tomboy in me.
I have played some video games, like Hitman and the James Bond ones (on easy levels, and I'd be laughing the whole time actually) because the whole kill destroy thing was far more fun than finesse.

[SarawithouttheH]

The only thing better is office paintball, and pounding the crud out of your boss with paintballs. My current company doesn't do "team-building" outings, however....

That's a bummer! The only thing I got to do to my boss was throw a pie at his face and put him in the water at the dunk booth. I hated my boss! My husband thought it was funny that I'd play Grand Theft Auto after work and get out a sniper gun and go around tagging the characters as my boss and shooting them or kicking them. You know what they say about the shy and quiet type

[quikstrike98]

The only thing better is office paintball, and pounding the crud out of your boss with paintballs. My current company doesn't do "team-building" outings, however....

That's a bummer! The only thing I got to do to my boss was throw a pie at his face and put him in the water at the dunk booth. I hated my boss! My husband thought it was funny that I'd play Grand Theft Auto after work and get out a sniper gun and go around tagging the characters as my boss and shooting them or kicking them. You know what they say about the shy and quiet type

My favorite boss on a DoD contract had been a Navy SEAL in Vietnam. Never got to shoot him, he always vanished and shot everyone he saw. Great guy, though.

[SarawithouttheH]

Yeah, I have a lot of tomboy in me.
I have played some video games, like Hitman and the James Bond ones (on easy levels, and I'd be laughing the whole time actually) because the whole kill destroy thing was far more fun than finesse.

LOL I know exactly what you mean!

[quikstrike98]

Yeah, I have a lot of tomboy in me.
I have played some video games, like Hitman and the James Bond ones (on easy levels, and I'd be laughing the whole time actually) because the whole kill destroy thing was far more fun than finesse.

LOL I know exactly what you mean!

When the Himalayan peasant meets the he-bear in his pride,
He shouts to scare the monster, who will often turn aside.
But the she-bear thus accosted rends the peasant tooth and nail.
For the female of the species is more deadly than the male.

When Nag the basking cobra hears the careless foot of man,
He will sometimes wriggle sideways and avoid it if he can.
But his mate makes no such motion where she camps beside the trail.
For the female of the species is more deadly than the male.

When the early Jesuit fathers preached to Hurons and Choctaws,
They prayed to be delivered from the vengeance of the squaws.
'Twas the women, not the warriors, turned those stark enthusiasts pale.
For the female of the species is more deadly than the male.

Man's timid heart is bursting with the things he must not say,
For the Woman that God gave him isn't his to give away;
But when hunter meets with husband, each confirms the other's tale --
The female of the species is more deadly than the male.

Man, a bear in most relations-warm and savage otherwise, --
Man propounds negotiations, Man accepts the compromise.
Very rarely will he squarely push the logic of a fact
To its ultimate conclusion in unmitigated act.

Fear, or foolishness, impels him, ere he lay the wicked low,
To concede some form of trial even to his fiercest foe.
Mirth obscene diverts his anger --- Doubt and Pity oft perplex
Him in dealing with an issue -- to the scandal of The Sex!

But the Woman that God gave him, every fibre of her frame
Proves her launched for one sole issue, armed and engined for the same;
And to serve that single issue, lest the generations fail,
The female of the species must be deadlier than the male.

She who faces Death by torture for each life beneath her breast
May not deal in doubt or pity -- must not swerve for fact or jest.
These be purely male diversions -- not in these her honour dwells.
She the Other Law we live by, is that Law and nothing else.

She can bring no more to living than the powers that make her great
As the Mother of the Infant and the Mistress of the Mate.
And when Babe and Man are lacking and she strides unclaimed to claim
Her right as femme (and baron), her equipment is the same.

She is wedded to convictions -- in default of grosser ties;
Her contentions are her children, Heaven help him who denies! --
He will meet no suave discussion, but the instant, white-hot, wild,
Wakened female of the species warring as for spouse and child.

Unprovoked and awful charges -- even so the she-bear fights,
Speech that drips, corrodes, and poisons -- even so the cobra bites,
Scientific vivisection of one nerve till it is raw
And the victim writhes in anguish -- like the Jesuit with the squaw!

So it cames that Man, the coward, when he gathers to confer
With his fellow-braves in council, dare not leave a place for her
Where, at war with Life and Conscience, he uplifts his erring hands
To some God of Abstract Justice -- which no woman understands.

And Man knows it! Knows, moreover, that the Woman that God gave him
Must command but may not govern -- shall enthral but not enslave him.
And She knows, because She warns him, and Her instincts never fail,
That the Female of Her Species is more deadly than the Male.

--Rudyard Kipling, 1911

[nancymakuhari]

Hey, a lot of girls are open to it if someone will show them what they're dong and be patient. I secretly would love to find someone who would be up for sharing stuff like that.

I know I only became interested in WOW after watching a bunch of my guy friends play. Before I had played CS or mods just to lan it up and have fun. When I was little I got left out of playing console games (Sega, NES,etc) b/c I was "a girl" and I attribute my late start in video to stupid little boys. >:P~

[SarawithouttheH]

Yeah, I have a lot of tomboy in me.
I have played some video games, like Hitman and the James Bond ones (on easy levels, and I'd be laughing the whole time actually) because the whole kill destroy thing was far more fun than finesse.

LOL I know exactly what you mean!

When the Himalayan peasant meets the he-bear in his pride,
He shouts to scare the monster, who will often turn aside.
But the she-bear thus accosted rends the peasant tooth and nail.
For the female of the species is more deadly than the male.

When Nag the basking cobra hears the careless foot of man,
He will sometimes wriggle sideways and avoid it if he can.
But his mate makes no such motion where she camps beside the trail.
For the female of the species is more deadly than the male.

When the early Jesuit fathers preached to Hurons and Choctaws,
They prayed to be delivered from the vengeance of the squaws.
'Twas the women, not the warriors, turned those stark enthusiasts pale.
For the female of the species is more deadly than the male.

Man's timid heart is bursting with the things he must not say,
For the Woman that God gave him isn't his to give away;
But when hunter meets with husband, each confirms the other's tale --
The female of the species is more deadly than the male.

Man, a bear in most relations-warm and savage otherwise, --
Man propounds negotiations, Man accepts the compromise.
Very rarely will he squarely push the logic of a fact
To its ultimate conclusion in unmitigated act.

Fear, or foolishness, impels him, ere he lay the wicked low,
To concede some form of trial even to his fiercest foe.
Mirth obscene diverts his anger --- Doubt and Pity oft perplex
Him in dealing with an issue -- to the scandal of The Sex!

But the Woman that God gave him, every fibre of her frame
Proves her launched for one sole issue, armed and engined for the same;
And to serve that single issue, lest the generations fail,
The female of the species must be deadlier than the male.

She who faces Death by torture for each life beneath her breast
May not deal in doubt or pity -- must not swerve for fact or jest.
These be purely male diversions -- not in these her honour dwells.
She the Other Law we live by, is that Law and nothing else.

She can bring no more to living than the powers that make her great
As the Mother of the Infant and the Mistress of the Mate.
And when Babe and Man are lacking and she strides unclaimed to claim
Her right as femme (and baron), her equipment is the same.

She is wedded to convictions -- in default of grosser ties;
Her contentions are her children, Heaven help him who denies! --
He will meet no suave discussion, but the instant, white-hot, wild,
Wakened female of the species warring as for spouse and child.

Unprovoked and awful charges -- even so the she-bear fights,
Speech that drips, corrodes, and poisons -- even so the cobra bites,
Scientific vivisection of one nerve till it is raw
And the victim writhes in anguish -- like the Jesuit with the squaw!

So it cames that Man, the coward, when he gathers to confer
With his fellow-braves in council, dare not leave a place for her
Where, at war with Life and Conscience, he uplifts his erring hands
To some God of Abstract Justice -- which no woman understands.

And Man knows it! Knows, moreover, that the Woman that God gave him
Must command but may not govern -- shall enthral but not enslave him.
And She knows, because She warns him, and Her instincts never fail,
That the Female of Her Species is more deadly than the Male.

--Rudyard Kipling, 1911

.........LOL That's awesome! Very nice piece of literature

[SarawithouttheH]

Hey, a lot of girls are open to it if someone will show them what they're dong and be patient. I secretly would love to find someone who would be up for sharing stuff like that.

I know I only became interested in WOW after watching a bunch of my guy friends play. Before I had played CS or mods just to lan it up and have fun. When I was little I got left out of playing console games (Sega, NES,etc) b/c I was "a girl" and I attribute my late start in video to stupid little boys. >:P~

I've actually been a gamer just not a role player. I started gaming at the wee age of 6 when I started with Atari and then Nintendo and the progression that every gamer has going through the different game systems. My only problem was that I had to keep playing until I won. I'd do it over and over and over and over again and broke a control or two by throwing them against the wall. In fact my husband and I made it official that we would eventually get married after I beat him at Tekken.

[quikstrike98]

Hey, a lot of girls are open to it if someone will show them what they're dong and be patient. I secretly would love to find someone who would be up for sharing stuff like that.

I know I only became interested in WOW after watching a bunch of my guy friends play. Before I had played CS or mods just to lan it up and have fun. When I was little I got left out of playing console games (Sega, NES,etc) b/c I was "a girl" and I attribute my late start in video to stupid little boys. >:P~

Oh dear Lord, Snow White plays video games?

Be still my foolish heart...

[SarawithouttheH]

Oh dear Lord, Snow White plays video games?

Be still my foolish heart...

Pant...Pant.....okay I had to go through all 69 ( 69 ) pages to find out about the whole "snow white" thing. nancymakuhari nice pic! Okay now I feel half way in the loop skimming through all the pages. By the way quikstrike98... how was Australia? Were you there for military? My lil family might be moving there.

[quikstrike98]

Oh dear Lord, Snow White plays video games?

Be still my foolish heart...

Pant...Pant.....okay I had to go through all 69 ( 69 ) pages to find out about the whole "snow white" thing. nancymakuhari nice pic! Okay now I feel half way in the loop skimming through all the pages. By the way quikstrike98... how was Australia? Were you there for military? My lil family might be moving there.

Sara, I was in Oz back in '97. I'll copy 'n' paste a brief story of my adventures down there, which I wrote up recently for the benefit of an Aussie on a military affairs forum which I help moderate, who inquired as to my experiences Down Under. Apologies for references to places of which you may have no knowledge:

I was out in April/May of '97; we flew into Sydney, connected to Brissy. Then a bus drive up the coast to Rocky. Spent a few days there prepping LAV's we got off the MPSRON (In shite shape too, another story for another thread), and almost drowned in the rain--a cyclone was off the north coast. Drove up the coast to Camp Growl, spent maybe a week & a half up there. When it came time to rotate back to the rear, we had two vehicles deadlined. Another Marine and I were detailed to spend the night after our units returned to the rear, and ride shotgun on the civilian flatboys which came out the next day to bring the veh's back to Gladstone for return to the MPS. Rode 8 hours or so shotgun with a mad Aussie truck driver, who made a stopover in the Rocky suburbs so we could have tea with a lady friend of his--with his flatboy parked at her curb with my LAV loaded on it, and me being rather smelly in oil-soaked CVC suit and no shower for a couple days.....she was quite the gracious host. Arriving in Gladstone, the other Marine who'd ridden shotgun on the other flatboy came up to me and urgently informed me that we needed to get the Hell out of Dodge--our mission as briefed had been, drop off the LAV's, get showered up, go out on the piss in Gladstone, and catch a US Mil shuttle up to Rocky the next morning; our rear-party was going to clean the deadlined LAV's after we'd already returned to the States. Instead, there was some CWO4 who was insisting that he and I alone, were going to clean both these LAVs for turn in. So much for going out on the piss in Gladstone. So, I turned in my LAV, got some minion of the temporarily absent CWO4 to sign for the pig, and my counterpart and I started walking. To Rocky. It's a long way to walk. Fortunately, we passed by my truck driver a short way outside of the American enclave, and he asked me where the heck we were going. We told him we were getting the Hell out of of Gladstone by hook or by crook, and he went on the CB, and asked if there were any truckers headed north to Rocky who wanted to give a ride to some Yank Marines. He then gave us a ride to the other side of town where another mad Aussie trucker picked us up, and dropped us near the encampment up in Rocky. Quite the adventure, got to see a lot of Australian scenery, meet a lot of interesting characters, and some incredibly gorgeous chicks! We got a 72 hour liberty in Brissy too...be glad you missed the platoon's drunken rendition of "Okie From Muskogee" in a Brisbane Karaoke bar....

Wish I had the money to go back. *sigh*

Oh yeah, on the trip back up to Rocky from Gladstone, we made a pitstop in some one-horse town, the woman who ran the store had a pic of a drop-dead gorgeous girl on the counter--her daughter--and proceeded to try to marry her off to me. If only I'd been able to stay a couple days...


You'll love the Aussies. They're great people, they're fun, loud, boisterous, a bit vulgar, and just a hoot to be around. I truly envy you your possible residence down there. It's a paradise for a single Yank, but I'd have loved to go down there with my wife and her kids.