All Your Base Are Belong To Us now baby!!
Um, “greetings” is misspelled at that site.
Hmmm… so it is… very observant. Its almost as if somebody set you up the bomb! :rolleyes:
What is that site? What does “All your base belongs to us” mean? Does that have to do with bin Laden?
So we should throw a hamburger at him? It’s very symbolic of America, I suppose, and it’ll take him quite a while to wash all that ketchup out of his beard.
Wasn’t Burger King working on a “Smart Whopper” with laser-guidance capabilities? We could begin with a preliminary saturation strike, led by coalition forces from White Castle and Krystal.
Unfortunately India would never allow us to use their airspace for such a campaign.
Giggle giggle giggle… Max, I thought it was a hamburger, too.
Well now NATO’s in the picture, there are a range of culinary options. My understanding is that, as we speak, Tony Blair has put both Yorkshire Pudding and Spotted Dick on red alert. Lets see how that like that !
Wait, a message from France is coming in…All…your…base…sauces…belong…to…us…
So, does this mean no one has a clue?
…ummmmm, it wasn’t??
I thought it looked more like a grilled cheese.
I assume that you are talking about “All your base are belong to us…” I suggest you search for it. It was around far to much a while ago, and I was personally hoping it was gone for good. Sigh, so much for wishful thinking…
It was around far to much a while ago, and I was personally hoping it was gone for good. Sigh, so much for wishful thinking… **
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Your SOOO welcome! hehe
Launch all zigs, Dude!
I think I see longer lengths for men in California next spring. Altogether now: I’m being followed by a moon shadow, moon shadow, moon shadow…
Well, could you see Bin Laden singing “Father and Son” at the annual “Self Declared enemies of the Western World” Cheese and Wine Karaoke Challenge?
What you say?
Of course I have a clue. Trust me, my coworkers are sick of hearing about things that “belong to us” or that “somebody set up us.” 
“All your base are belong to us!!” is a phrase from the poorly-translated intro to a an ancient Sega game called Zero Wing. It used to be part of my .sig (“take off every .sig!!”) until I got a better one.
You can read about the whole phenomenon here.
You have no chance to survive. Make your time. HAHAHAHA!!