It appears that all of us Canadians are in fact cells living within Gabr. Also happy birthday, sir.
I suppose you are indeed correct, madam. Just be careful for any roving bands of hajduks and whatnot.
Oh that Suleiman and his imperialism. Please do not break that poor Bulgarian too much, madam.
Perhaps you may attempt to call Suleiman instead - though considering his popularity his phone must be perpetually busy.
I have always considered you Alexander Pushkin. Please do inform the Ottomans of that.
Another potential KH-Vids King? Goodness, this forum holds more monarchs than Denmark.
Certainly do the skies of England clear up and the sun shines brightly when Wolfie visits.
I suppose they do indeed require some sort of method to give the Nitrogen-Oxygen flavouring to those chips.
Indeed, at least such an attack was not as horrendous as our previous victimization by the first hacking attack. The staff are conducting quite a wonderful job repairing things as well, it would appear. This is the second attack, however - is there indeed such a way to increase the general security standards of the forum, or are such attacks unpreventable in themselves? Understandably however, this section of the year in general has been one filled to the brim with large amounts of hacking.
"Four score and seven years ago our fathers brought forth on this continent, a new nation, conceived in Liberty, and dedicated to the proposition that all men are created equal. Now we are engaged in a great civil war, testing whether that nation, or any nation so conceived and so dedicated, can long endure. We are met on a great battle-field of that war. We have come to dedicate a portion of that field, as a final resting place for those who here gave their lives that that nation might live. It is altogether fitting and proper that we should do this. But, in a larger sense, we can not dedicate -- we can not consecrate -- we can not hallow -- this ground. The brave men, living and dead, who struggled here, have consecrated it, far above our poor power to add or detract. The world will little note, nor long remember what we say here, but it can never forget what they did here. It is for us the living, rather, to be dedicated here to the unfinished work which they who fought here have thus far so nobly advanced. It is rather for us to be here dedicated to the great task remaining before us -- that from these honored dead we take increased devotion to that cause for which they gave the last full measure of devotion -- that we here highly resolve that these dead shall not have died in vain -- that this nation, under God, shall have a new birth of freedom -- and that government of the people, by the people, for the people, shall not perish from the earth."
It is indeed.
Again, it is indeed a trial run - a longer testing out on the field shall permit us to properly conclude whether the AutoPM system shall work effectively. Though of course, it is dependent upon how those with deleted posts may handle the entire debacle as a result - hopefully in a rather civilized manner. I presume the entire issue about the potential server stress has been resolved, noting that it is not present within the "negatives" section of the original post?
Clearly the only logical solution would be a general series of various military conflicts named after flowers because that is what the aristocracy does in its spare time apparently. "The Wars of the Rafflesia" holds a rather nice ring to it.
This is what I imagine Dostoevsky's typing style to be.
A toast of rice wine to our good coder who has survived the ordeal. We were certain you would be fine and such optimism has paid off - however, I also wish the best for your recovery, especially of that allergy.
I do believe it is part of the recent new special a handful of the pizza restaurants are conducting. The "Stop Getting Our Property In Your Stomach Acids" deal, I believe it is named.
Thank you dearly, madam. The most "advanced" phrase, so to speak, is thus: "Þur grahur ulvurî ebð raskha þur mjà sza." Or, "The grey wolf...
It is stated as thus: There was once an old hermit, known for his wisdom, that decided to visit the great Vault of Codes and its King, Luxord. He knew Luxord was quite the mathematical master for achieving such an austere position, and thus presented him with a challenge. He retrieved a chess board, and asked the question: "How many grains of rice will there be in total on this board if the number of rice is doubled per the previous square, starting with one, then two, then four, then eight, and so on?" The old hermit began the meticulous process, to which Luxord commanded him to cease. "The answer is 2^64-1." "How did you know?" The hermit asked. "Because," bellowed out King Luxord, "I have seen this problem many times before. You were asking me this problem in an attempt to present a punchline involving my rule over rice. You shall have none!" "Of the punchlines?" "That, too!"
I have been creating a language for some time, actually. It appears to be the illegitimate lovechild of English, Icelandic, and the other...
