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Posted: 15 Jul 2004 15:32
by Antybots
It seems some people have unlimited amounts of money. The auction went for ?155. I guess I'll stick with my existing customised ATC.

Posted: 15 Jul 2004 23:40
by Lady Jaye
Fir fuxache, he got quite a shitload he for some items! Wow! Impressive, impressive! I got my carrier for around 35 quid. Those 4 wee missiles make the carrier 120 quid more deer! That is 30 quid per missile! :shock:

Now, let's hope for all those buyers, Mr. Zero Feedback is a true seller! :twisted: Aye, I am quite a shizo when it comes to newbies on Ebay with the King's Gems in hand!

Posted: 16 Jul 2004 00:34
by The Baron
4fuxache! is my ebay name.

Posted: 16 Jul 2004 02:12
by seaneley
:zartan: : So... uh... remember me? Am I "dumb", or what?

:cobracommander: : Oh, do shut up, Zartan!

Posted: 16 Jul 2004 02:25
by The Baron
Hey, you're the one who led us off-topic! Again! ROFL?

Posted: 16 Jul 2004 02:37
by seaneley
Speaking of "off topic"... I want to know everything that comes with that cool A.P.C.! I desire a complete list! (salivate) :mrgreen:

Posted: 16 Jul 2004 08:50
by Lady Jaye
The Baron wrote:4fuxache! is my ebay name.
:) I picked up the expression when living in Edinburgh some years ago. First time ever I heard the expression was on Prodigy's "Music for the Jilted Generation". In on of the intros, Poison to my recalling, Liam says sommick like: "For f*ck's sake! I'm trying to get this rocking chair rollin' ".

Posted: 16 Jul 2004 14:33
by seaneley
:scarlett: : Egad! My virgin ears!

Posted: 11 Sep 2004 04:52
by seaneley
:zartan: : Okay... The truth of the matter is: due to the fact that I did not know that I was at "Ground Zero" previously (with Scarlett and Moondancer), I did not suspect the launch bay to be the secret H.Q. When they took me there later, I had an upset stomach and was out of sorts... Well, you know how travelling is... and I had been on the road for weeks... but what does it matter, anyway? Sheesh! I can't remember a thing about that place! (And I don't want to admit that the writer of that particular story was excrutiatingly inebriated that night due to a fight with his unfaithful girlfriend. His mates came over to cheer him up... There was some use of illegal substances... And what was the deal with the dwarf? Whoa! Hey! You don't wanna hear about it! Was that a night!) Uh... Anyway, where are my Dreadnoks when I need them?