Hello

[z80]

This is a nice clean looking forum, might post a few satellite topics.

[Plantagenet]

Yes does look clean...hey I remember you being banned.....

welcome back....maybe its a clean start for all of us

[z80]

Yes does look clean...hey I remember you being banned.....

welcome back....maybe its a clean start for all of us

Get ****ed,
hows that? .....a test of the language filter just for you.

[Extradry]

ROFL

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Extra

[fandtm666]

gotta love z's sense of humor

[Plantagenet]

works fine.

[best4less]

Too ****ing funny

[covert]

I missed z80. He would be more fun without a ****ing language filter

[Rocky]

Hi Guys.

[jastre]

Hi everyone.

Just arrived with my new YFAtlas4 GPS and problems.
Hope you can help me to solve them.

Thanks

[mango]

wow a 2 1/2 year old thread, ROTFLMAO.

[beer4life]

wow a 2 1/2 year old thread, ROTFLMAO.

Hamlet:
Alas, poor Yorick! I knew him, Horatio, a fellow of infinite
jest, of most excellent fancy. He hath bore me on his back a
thousand times, and now how abhorr'd in my imagination it is!
My gorge rises at it.

Never the twain shall meet!
You've made our day.

With proud thanksgiving, a mother for her children,
England mourns for her dead across the sea.
Flesh of her flesh they were, spirit of her spirit,
Fallen in the cause of the free.
Solemn the drums thrill; Death august and royal
Sings sorrow up into immortal spheres,
There is music in the midst of desolation
And a glory that shines upon our tears.
They went with songs to the battle, they were young,
Straight of limb, true of eye, steady and aglow.
They were staunch to the end against odds uncounted;
They fell with their faces to the foe.
They shall grow not old, as we that are left grow old:
Age shall not weary them, nor the years contemn.
At the going down of the sun and in the morning
We will remember them.
They mingle not with their laughing comrades again;
They sit no more at familiar tables of home;
They have no lot in our labour of the day-time;
They sleep beyond England's foam.
But where our desires are and our hopes profound,
Felt as a well-spring that is hidden from sight,
To the innermost heart of their own land they are known
As the stars are known to the Night;
As the stars that shall be bright when we are dust,
Moving in marches upon the heavenly plain;
As the stars that are starry in the time of our darkness,
To the end, to the end, they remain.[/INDENT]

[forbirun]

wow a 2 1/2 year old thread, ROTFLMAO.

haha too funny! (Ive never needed filter)