Inglorious Bastard

Cool beans! Can't wait to go camping! Smores anyone? :op

i would try this..

Ok I'll give that a try. When this came about I was having an issue with downloading new maps. It would start downloading, go over %100 and then would re-download and there was no way to stop it without shutting down the game prematurely so maybe it corrupted something.
Thank you for your help. I'll let you know I how I make out!

Kill em all and let God sort em out!

just send the inglorious bastards and they will save the world!

A man runs into the vet's office carrying his dog, screaming for help. The vet rushes him back to an examination room and has him put his dog down on the examination table. The vet examines the still, limp body and after a few moments tells the man that his dog, regrettably, is dead.
 
The man, clearly agitated and not willing to accept this, demands a second opinion.
The vet goes into the back room and comes out with a cat and puts the cat down next to the dog's body. The cat sniffs the body, walks from head to tail poking and sniffing the dog's body and finally looks at the vet and meows.
 
The vet looks at the man and says, "I'm sorry, but the cat thinks that your dog is dead too." The man is still unwilling to accept that his dog is dead.
 
The vet brings in a black labrador. The lab sniffs the body, walks from head to tail, and finally looks at the vet and barks.
 
The vet looks at the man and says, "I'm sorry, but the lab thinks your dog is dead too."
The man, finally resigned to the diagnosis, thanks the vet and asks how much he owes.
The vet answers, "$650."
 
"$650 to tell me my dog is dead?" exclaimed the man.
 
"Well," the vet replies, "I would only have charged you $50 for my initial diagnosis. The additional $600 was for the cat scan and lab tests."

An army Major visiting sick soldiers, goes up to one private and asks "What's your problem, Soldier?"
"Chronic syphilis, Sir"
 
"What treatment are you getting?"
 
"Five minutes with the wire brush each day."
 
"What's your ambition?"
 
"To get back to the front, Sir"
 
"Good man." says the Major. He goes to the next bad. "What's your problem, Soldier?"
 
"Chronic piles, Sir"
 
"What treatment are you getting?"
 
"Five minutes with the wire brush each day."
 
"What's your ambition?"
 
"To get back to the front, Sir."
 
"Good man." says the Major. He goes to the next bed. "What's your problem, Soldier?"
 
"Chronic gum disease, Sir."
 
"What treatment are you getting?"
 
"Five minutes with the wire brush each day."
 
"What's your ambition?"
 
"To get the wire brush before the other two, Sir."