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[quote name='wickedj' date='15 July 2010 - 12:49 PM' timestamp='1279151365' post='2371791'] lol i saw the video, it wasnt THAT strong..just well worded. you left a few things out [/quote] Cable also had one of the busiest campaign threads I have seen on the forums. As to the election turn outs. we trialed offering a free drink to anyone who voted but that did still not improve the turnout. if anyone has another suggestion we can try we will accept any.

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[quote name='jabberwocky150' date='28 June 2010 - 02:33 PM' timestamp='1277688820' post='2352347'] Hi, I got a message about this alliance, and it seemed cool, so I joined. I'm so new at this stuff, so if I'm doing the wrong thing just let me know. Just wanted to say hello. [/quote] Hi. I am not seeing an application from you on our forums. Joining an alliance requires more then just showing the AA on your nation. you are also required to sign up on our forums: [url="http://mostlyharmlessalliance.com/index.php"]http://mostlyharmlessalliance.com/index.php[/url] Just register there and follow the instructions in the gate of entry.

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Some things in life are bad They can really make you mad Other things just make you swear and curse. When you're chewing on life's gristle Don't grumble, give a whistle And this'll help things turn out for the best... And...always look on the bright side of life... Always look on the light side of life... If life seems jolly rotten There's something you've forgotten And that's to laugh and smile and dance and sing. When you're feeling in the dumps Don't be silly chumps Just purse your lips and whistle - that's the thing. And...always look on the bright side of life... Always look on the light side of life... For life is quite absurd And death's the final word You must always face the curtain with a bow. Forget about your sin - give the audience a grin Enjoy it - it's your last chance anyhow. So always look on the bright side of death Just before you draw your terminal breath Life's a piece of !@#$ When you look at it Life's a laugh and death's a joke, it's true. You'll see it's all a show Keep 'em laughing as you go Just remember that the last laugh is on you. And always look on the bright side of life... Always look on the right side of life... (Come on guys, cheer up!) Always look on the bright side of life... Always look on the bright side of life... (Worse things happen at sea, you know.) Always look on the bright side of life... (I mean - what have you got to lose?) (You know, you come from nothing - you're going back to nothing. What have you lost? Nothing!) Always look on the right side of life...

Man in Pink: [singing] Whenever life gets you down Mrs. Brown and things seem hard or tough and people are stupid, obnoxious or daft and you feel that you've had quite enough! just remember that your standing on a planet thats evolving revolving at nine-hundred miles an hour its orbiting at ninety miles a second so its reckoned a sun that is the source of all our power the sun and you and me and all the stars that we can see are moving at a million miles a day in an outer spiral arm at forty-thousand miles an hour of the galaxy we call the Milky Way Our galaxy itself contains a hundred billion stars its a hundred thousand lightyears side to side it bulges in the middle sixteen-thousand lightyears thick but out by us its just three-thousand lightyears wide were thirty-thousand lightyears from galatic central point we go round every two-hundred-million years and our galaxy is only one of millions of billions in this amazing and expanding universe. [musical interlude] The universe itself keeps on expanding and expanding in all of the directions it can whiz as fast as it can go the speed of light you know twelve million miles a minute and thats the fastest speed there is so remember when your feeling very small and insecure how amazingly unlikely is your birth and pray that there intelligent life somewhere up in space cause theres bugger all down here on Earth.

Ximinez: Now, old woman -- you are accused of heresy on three counts -- heresy by thought, heresy by word, heresy by deed, and heresy by action -- *four* counts. Do you confess? Wilde: I don't understand what I'm accused of. Ximinez: Ha! Then we'll make you understand! Biggles! Fetch...THE CUSHIONS! [JARRING CHORD] [Biggles holds out two ordinary modern household cushions] Biggles: Here they are, lord. Ximinez: Now, old lady -- you have one last chance. Confess the heinous sin of heresy, reject the works of the ungodly -- *two* last chances. And you shall be free -- *three* last chances. You have three last chances, the nature of which I have divulged in my previous utterance. Wilde: I don't know what you're talking about. Ximinez: Right! If that's the way you want it -- Cardinal! Poke her with the soft cushions! [Biggles carries out this rather pathetic torture] Ximinez: Confess! Confess! Confess! Biggles: It doesn't seem to be hurting her, lord. Ximinez: Have you got all the stuffing up one end? Biggles: Yes, lord. Ximinez [angrily hurling away the cushions]: Hm! She is made of harder stuff! Cardinal Fang! Fetch...THE COMFY CHAIR! [JARRING CHORD] [Zoom into Fang's horrified face] Fang [terrified]: The...Comfy Chair? [Biggles pushes in a comfy chair -- a really plush one] Ximinez: So you think you are strong because you can survive the soft cushions. Well, we shall see. Biggles! Put her in the Comfy Chair! [They roughly push her into the Comfy Chair] Ximinez [with a cruel leer]: Now -- you will stay in the Comfy Chair until lunch time, with only a cup of coffee at eleven. [aside, to Biggles] Is that really all it is? Biggles: Yes, lord. Ximinez: I see. I suppose we make it worse by shouting a lot, do we? Confess, woman. Confess! Confess! Confess! Confess Biggles: I confess! Ximinez: Not you!

[Scene: pet shop. Mr. Praline walks into the shop carrying a dead parrot in a cage. He walks to counter where shopkeeper tries to hide below cash register.] Praline (John): Hello, I wish to register a complaint...Hello? Miss? Shopkeeper (Michael): What do you mean, miss? Praline: Oh, I'm sorry, I have a cold. I wish to make a complaint. Shopkeeper: Sorry, we're closing for lunch. Praline: Never mind that my lad, I wish to complain about this parrot what I purchased not half an hour ago from this very boutique. Shopkeeper: Oh, yes, the Norwegian Blue. What's wrong with it? Praline: I'll tell you what's wrong with it. It's dead, that's what's wrong with it. Shopkeeper: No, no it's resting, look! Praline: Look my lad, I know a dead parrot when I see one and I'm looking at one right now. Shopkeeper: No, no sir, it's not dead. It's resting. Praline: Resting? Shopkeeper: Yeah, remarkable bird the Norwegian Blue, beautiful pumage, innit? Praline: The plumage don't enter into it -- it's stone dead. Shopkeeper: No, no--it's just resting. Praline: All right then, if it's resting I'll wake it up. (shouts into cage) Hello Polly! I've got a nice cuttlefish for you when you wake up, Polly Parrot! Shopkeeper: (jogging cage) There it moved. Praline: No he didn't. That was you pushing the cage. Shopkeeper: I did not. Praline: Yes, you did. (takes parrot out of cage,shouts) Hello Polly, Polly (bangs it against counter) Polly Parrot,wake up. Polly. (throws it in the air and lets it fall to the floor) Now that's what I call a dead parrot. Shopkeeper: No, no it's stunned. Praline: Look my lad, I've just about had enough of this. That parrot is definitely deceased. And when I bought it not half an hour ago, you assured me that its lack of movement was dueto it being tired and shagged out after a long squawk. Shopkeeper: It's probably pining for the fjords. Praline: Pining for the fjords, what kind of talk is that? Look, why did it fall flat on its back the moment I got it home? Shopkeeper: The Norwegian Blue prefers kipping on its back. Beautiful bird, lovely plumage. Praline: Look, I took the liberty of examimimg that parrot, and I discovered that the only reason that it had been sitting on its perch in the first place was that it had been nailed there. Shopkeeper: Well of course it was nailed there. Otherwise it would muscle up to those bars and VOOM!. Praline: Look matey (picks up parrot) this parrot wouldn't voom if I put four thousand volts through it. It's bleeding demised. Shopkeeper: It's not, it's pining. Praline: It's not pining, it's passed on. This parrot is no more. It has ceased to be. It's expired and gone to meet its maker. This is a late parrot. It's a stiff. Bereft of life, it rests in peace. If you hadn't nailed it to the perch, it would be pushing up the daisies. It's rung down the curtain and joined the choir invisible. This is an ex-parrot. Shopkeeper: Well, I'd better replace it then. Praline: (to camera) If you want to get anything done in this country you've got to complain till you're blue in the mouth. Shopkeeper: Sorry guv, we're right out of parrots. Praline: I see. I see. I get the picture. Shopkeeper: I've got a slug. Praline: Does it talk? Shopkeeper: Not really, no. Praline: Well it's scarcely a replacement, then is it?

Hungarian: [reading from a English-Hungarian dictionary] I vill not buy this record, it is scratched. Tobacconist: Sorry? Hungarian: I vill not buy this record, it is scratched. Tobacconist: Uh, no, no, this... uh... tobacconist. Hungarian: Ah! I vill not buy this *tobacconist*, it is sratched. Tobacconist: Uh, no, no, tobacco... um... cigarettes. Hungarian: Ja! "Ci-ga-ret-ta"! Uh... My hovercraft if full of eels. [pause] Hungarian: My hovercraft [motions "cigarettes"] Hungarian: is full of eels. [motions "matches"] Tobacconist: Oh! Matches! Matches. Hungarian: Ja! Ja, ja. Uh... do you *WA*nt... do you *WA*nt to come back to my place? Bouncy, bouncy! Tobacconist: I don't think you're using that right. Hungarian: You great poohft. Tobacconist: Uh, that will be 66 please. Hungarian: If I said you had beautiful body, vould you hold it against me? I... I am no longer infected. Tobacconist: M-may I? Hungarian: Ja! Ja! [gives book to Tobacconist] Tobacconist: Costs 6 and 6... costs 6 and... ah, here we are! [Tobacconist says something in Hungarian, causing the Hungarian to punch him in the face. A police officer comes rushing into the store] Police Officer: What's going on here then? Hungarian: [to police officer] You have beautiful thighs. Police Officer: What? Tobacconist: He hit me! Hungarian: Drop your panties, Sir William, I cannot wait till lunch time. Police Officer: [angry] RIGHT! [Hungarian dragged away by police officer] Hungarian: My nipples explode with delight!

[Large corporate boardroom filled with suited executives] Exec #1: Item six on the agenda: "The Meaning of Life" Now uh, Harry, you've had some thoughts on this. Exec #2: Yeah, I've had a team working on this over the past few weeks, and what we've come up with can be reduced to two fundamental concepts. One: People aren't wearing enough hats. Two: Matter is energy. In the universe there are many energy fields which we cannot normally perceive. Some energies have a spiritual source which act upon a person's soul. However, this "soul" does not exist ab initio as orthodox Christianity teaches; it has to be brought into existence by a process of guided self-observation. However, this is rarely achieved owing to man's unique ability to be distracted from spiritual matters by everyday trivia. Exec #3: What was that about hats again? Exec #2: Oh, Uh... people aren't wearing enough. Exec #1: Is this true? Exec #4: Certainly. Hat sales have increased but not pari passu, as our research... Exec #3: [Interrupting] "Not wearing enough"? enough for what purpose? Exec #5: Can I just ask, with reference to your second point, when you say souls don't develop because people become distracted... [looking out window] Exec #5: Has anyone noticed that building there before?

[the End Of The Film] Lady Presenter: Well, that's the end of the film. Now, here's the meaning of life. [Receives an envelope] Lady Presenter: Thank you, Brigitte. [Opens envelope, reads what's inside] Lady Presenter: M-hmm. Well, it's nothing very special. Uh, try and be nice to people, avoid eating fat, read a good book every now and then, get some walking in, and try and live together in peace and harmony with people of all creeds and nations.

Ex-Leper: Okay, sir, my final offer: half a shekel for an old ex-leper? Brian: Did you say "ex-leper"? Ex-Leper: That's right, sir, 16 years behind a veil and proud of it, sir. Brian: Well, what happened? Ex-Leper: Oh, cured, sir. Brian: Cured? Ex-Leper: Yes sir, bloody miracle, sir. Bless you! Brian: Who cured you? Ex-Leper: Jesus did, sir. I was hopping along, minding my own business, all of a sudden, up he comes, cures me! One minute I'm a leper with a trade, next minute my livelihood's gone. Not so much as a by-your-leave! "You're cured, mate." Bloody do-gooder.