Discussion in 'WWII Forums News' started by Otto, Aug 21, 2013.
That actually plotted to the middle of down town.....I think I am about 10 blocks north of there.
Pshaw. That's an easy walk.
That Bally hell you speak of, is that a bad place or is it a bad way?
I need a few good men....We are raising the Union Jack in full ww2 Monty berets and uniforms...In Texas next week...should be. a doddle..
As Michael Caine would say, don't shoot until you can see the whites of their eyes....
Men of Harlech...stand ye steady....
See their spear points gleaming...
Hang on...they're only Yanks....We'll just confuse em with sarcasm...
Keep asking directions; I'll get the booze and start the car....
I put down the 'town' center (if you can call it that -- there's one general store) as my home location. From there I'm easy to find; just follow the oil stains to my house.
The perpetuation of stereotypes here is quite alarming. I for one am going to the pub until it is resolved, after which time I will be found in the pub.
And there after to the pub?
Looks as if I'll be joining you there, just let me grab my Ike Jacket first. Go ahead and order a couple of pitchers to start things with. The pub, is not called "The Bally Hell" eh?
But... You're not in Canada? Or anywhere aboot?
I think you might be better with a life jacket. Don't do pictures here - you can have a pint or if you have to get up early for work the next morning two half pints (that begins with the rookie mistake of ordering a half pint and listening to jeers from your mates).
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I trust that you'll be the one wearing a kilt and dining on a potato?
Dpas...one wouldn't be taking the proverbial out of us RAF pimms drinkers now would one....
Per Ardua Ad Astra....or better known as...army dig in....RAF check in...
as "W" might say. Bring them on!
First I will lead them in a merry chase just like Sam Houston did for Santa Anna. An hour in the 610 West Loop in a motor carriage with a faulty air conditioner during afternoon drive time commute should thin the ranks nicely.
Next I will draw them into a trap where they must pass between a gauntlet of Dallas Cowboy and Houston Texans Cheerleaders. Massive defections expected as marriage proposals are flung hither and yon. Of course if their wives drag them off by the ear before they get an answer, that will work too.
Next comes my most fiendish move yet! I will pretend to surrender to their now depleted and panting ranks. I will inform them that according to our custom the winning side must be selected as judges in a Chili Cook-off contest. The assault of the Habanero and cyanne peppers on their digestive tracks will make them believe they are back in time and attacking Andy Jackson's line at New Orleans!
For the handful still ambulatory, I will call in One Texas Ranger. as everyone knows, for one mob we only need one Ranger.
Kilt? Wrong country! That was imported from Scotland along with deep fried mars bars and golf, though I have never seen all three being done at once!
I concede regarding the potato!
My favourite television quote ever "You may think so, but I couldn't possibly comment".
Although we had RAF in the family and friends, my Grandad being an Army Air Corps glider pilot used to say that it takes real skill to fly without engines!
But that is really getting off topic!
Ok then -- Lein-croich, if you insist!
My hat goes off to you