Poppy, I don't know what you're on about. I'm just glad to see a more interesting logo. Personally, I like the first one, with no picture. That's just me. I think Brad is correct, some of us think too much. I've also solved the dish problem by notoffering to help. I just slink away after the meal. It's much more magical.
I always prefer to has the wife wash my dishes, and by dishes I mean.. er...plates and stuff. I'm working on a new logo now, same color scheme, but this time with an animated flaming swastika. did I mention Panzerleid will auto-play each and every time you load a page here?
If you could work in some silenced paratrooper sniper rifles with some japanese soldiers masqurading as drunk US Sailors flicking throwing stars and spinning nunchakus while riding in a bus full of comfort girls on their way to liberate an Isei internment camp or invade Pearl harbor that would be absolutely fabulous
Damn..! Theres some Brit courage...You charged in where i would fear to tread Urqh...and luck favoured the brave.
Clementine where are you when others sin as I have...............you can't just catch one of them.....you have to go right to the top and snuff this stuff out.
What is with this fetish for foreign-styled headgear? It won't keep rain or sun out of your eyes. You need to be more careful throwing phrases like around here so casually. Visitors and newbies conscripts might get the wrong idea. I would rather you go with Horst Wessel-lied. It is more fan-boi-ish
I used to wear (properly) a beret once...years ago as a young lad...St John Cadets...not exactly the fight picking uniform to be wearing! I get antsy when i see berets worn like....well, bakers hats...with the top sitting up instead of pulled down with the right slope. Jugs...How does a beret help pick fights? (Like you need any help).
Back before I used to have to wear a beret I wore a "cover" and the common greating when wearing a cover to anyone wearing anything besides a cover was "Nice hat, does your sister know you have it?" or some variation, usually invoving pigtails and intimate relations with farm animals. Now once the beret was on the other foot, so to speak, the conversation got about as far as: "nice h...." Of course that was before I matured.
I'm with Victor , the man caught grief on Pi Day, so he would know. Clem your presence is requested...
-Ha. Good find Mr. T. -Someone has a way with words...I could rap to that- after a lot of vino, maybe later. -I'll often do the dishes in socks -not my cat. -I ain't complaining. Just made an observation, threw it on the wall to see if it'd stick. ..Then had a good laugh at the excellent responses...Aren't you glad we came together to disagree?...Sorry to go on, Mr Russo.