Posted - 2010.12.09 20:24:00 - [3]

 

...he wasn't programmed to duck?

Posted - 2010.12.10 01:43:00 - [5]

 

Well, that would be a toasty party.

Posted - 2010.12.10 04:44:00 - [7]

 

That joke was bad and you should feel bad.

Posted - 2010.12.10 10:03:00 - [9]

 

Edited by: Alica Wildfire on 10/12/2010 13:12:04
…because his master told him to, of cause.

…because he was told to make music and to move to the first bar?

…because you'll never see a Sansha walk out of a bar? They usually are carried out from there in plactic bags?

…because if you put a bar into a Sansha this is nothing special so nobody would mention it?

…because it is the foo bar?

…because he thinks you can't hit him with it anymore when he's inside?

…because he's an intellectual Sansha?

…because he's gotten an update to his movement subroutines from 'slimy creep' to 'walk'?

…because the bar was not on the map so he couldn't go 'round it?

…because it's the straight line to move from A to B when A is in front of the bar and B behind it?

…because a transcription error in audio subroutines for masters command 'go to that star and get me a punk' to 'go to a bar and get yaself drunk'?

…because to avoid people to drive him over on the street?

…because there is no logic in an iron bar standing in the middle of the pavement? No need to go 'round - the smarter will evade. And nobody dares to mess with a Sansha. 'donk'

…who cares? He'll never get out alive.

…he got told to get himself a bit of spirit?

…because he's proving that there is nothing a superior being can't do? (If he has a correct manual howto.)

…because he's got a malfunctioning GPS implantat?

…because he wants to get loaded?

Posted - 2010.12.10 15:58:00 - [11]

 

To test his new liver set.

Posted - 2010.12.10 17:39:00 - [13]

 

...he wanted to do something mind-numbing...oh wait.

Posted - 2010.12.11 10:13:00 - [15]

 

Edited by: Alica Wildfire on 11/12/2010 10:47:09
…because he's knocking at the door:

Knock, Knock
Who's there in the name of all abominations?
A Sansha!
Sansha who?
Sancho Panza, I follow a great leader!

Posted - 2010.12.13 17:59:00 - [17]

 

Edited by: Alica Wildfire on 13/12/2010 18:01:17
What the heck?! Are Amarr jokes allowed in this thread? Please give me an affirmative for that, cause…

…they'll even top the Sansha in a way. Cause all I know is - the Empire strikes back. That'll be more fun than the Sansha who only take and take and take and…

Posted - 2010.12.14 19:40:00 - [19]

 

Originally by: Sylorin

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Two atoms are in a bar, one turns to the other and says, "I believe I lost an electron." The other atom says, "Are you sure?" to which the first atom replies. "I'm positive."

An Amarr priest enters a bar with a frog on his shoulder. The bartender asks, "Hey, where did you find that?" The frog answers "Oris! there's hundreds of em!"

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LMAO good ones

Posted - 2010.12.15 09:47:00 - [21]

 

Edited by: Alica Wildfire on 15/12/2010 10:38:25
Well, hm,

A Minmatar is coming to heaven, means Walhalla, of cause. Odin is greeting her and takes her around to show her the location. Blooming green hills, singing birds, all kind of animals, people making love in the grass, feasts with lots to eat, all things like that of cause. The Minmatar sees other of her Tribes, other Minmatar, her elders, also Caldari and Gallente. But only a very very very few Amarrians.

Odin greets her but she's a Sebiestor and has questions, of cause. »Well I'm an atheist and I'm in heaven, but…« »You don't need to believe in me to get to heaven. You were a brave warrior, 'kay? That's the ticket. By the way havn't we already met? You don't have a couple of twin sisters?« A bit suspicious he's rising an eyebrow, for he's sure he's already met this kind of girl. »Ah… complicated. So fine, so well. But where are the Amarrians? Aren't they going to heaven? Are they all that bad?« »Ah, nono«, he answers. »I'll show you.« And after climbing a steep slope up in the mountains, away from the green gras and the fun, touching the cold and wet clouds of the sky they finally reach a big cathedral made of the finest and whitest marble you can imagine.

The walls were meters and meters thick and the cathedral was bigger than you ever could imagine. It was cold and the air thin from the heigth. But still you could hear the faint cacophony of infernal noise of millions of harps ringing and chorals singing from inside.

»Yeah, here are the Amarrians«, God says. »They still think they are alone up here. And we like to keep it like this, didn't tell them. Their "music", ya know…«