Thread: This guy needs to go!

NJ to Bird.

I think you'll notice we've gotten some additional admins in place to better police the server...we are looking for more.

Stick around and make TTP your BF2 home guys - we welcome the issue's you've brought up - helps us create a cleaner/meaner BF2 community - smack that together with teamplay, and it's what we're all about here!!!

Keep posting up with your thoughts - TTP listens

Thank you to the excellent group of players here at TTP. I am very relieved to see that the problems have indeed been resolved. I knew from my time here that I was in a quality community with guys that KNOW how to play.

Thank you for not proving me wrong.

Thank you Bird. You couldn't be more correct stinger. Seriously, a good server is hard to find. I can see this one running for some time with the quality of regulars around. Of course Bozo is not the first and definetly wont be the last but perserverance pays off. I too may be interested in admining if you need some more. Great jobs guys now off to get on and do some killing .

-Sand

IMDb :: Boards :: Bill Murray :: Bill Murray was mean to my coat

Here's a good one:

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I had my Bill Murray experience long, long ago, and back then I was too ashamed to talk about it. I thought I was the only one it had happened to. I felt dirty. I thought it was my fault. But now I can finally open up to others who understand.

I was in kindergarten. We were lined up for snack time and I was the last person in line. By the time I reached the front, there was only one chocolate milk left and it had my name written all over it. Literally. The teacher labeled the milk to make sure everyone got one. Just as I was about to receive the chocolatey goodness, the window blew open. Who should come swinging into the classroom (on a vine, no less!) but Bill "Osmosis Jones" Murray. He swung right over my head and snatched up the last chocolate milk, MY chocolate milk. I was heartbroken, not just to lose my chocolate milk but to have it stolen from me by the star of Larger Than Life, himself. Rather foolishly, I ran to the window as he swung out and called out "Sir! Can I at least have an autograph?" He smirked at me for a second and said "Sure, kid. I'll give you an autograph." He proceeded to defecate into his hand and toss it at me, hitting me squarely in the face. His laughter echoed for what felt like an eternity. I still hear it sometimes in my nightmares. I've never cried so hard in my entire life as I did that day. In fact, I haven't cried a single tear since. And from that day on, I've been lactose intolerant.

In retrospect, I should have kept my mouth shut. You never speak to Tripper Harrison unless you are spoken to.