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Ker-cheer, chow, chow, chow, chow, chowchowchowchow...brrrrrupt, brupt,brupt, bruptbruptbruptbruptbrupt braaaaaarrrrrrrrrrrrrr.....
Hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmwowwwwwwwwwwwwwwww!
/clears throat...
Ker-cheer, chow, chow, chow, chow, chowchowchowchow...brrrrrupt, brupt,brupt, bruptbruptbruptbruptbrupt braaaaaarrrrrrrrrrrrrr.....
Hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmwowwwwwwwwwwwwwwww!
Originally Posted by Dareos
They've let you out of the mental unit already ?
Sheesh - Care in the community looks to be failing nowadays
Either that, or the above is a cryptic post to the few on here that play IL-2 online.
Breeeeeeowwwwwwwww!
Dakka dakka dakka.....
Youre the new Hexus.Crazy Frog?
I think that means Nick wants to start flying a plane or two
(\__/)
(='.'=)
(")_(")
Neeeeeowwwwwww...splooop!
To err is human. To really foul things up ... you need a computer.
Vroooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo oooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooom
Dakka Dakka Dakka Dakka Dakka
Oooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo ooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa aaaaaaa
surely if nick is flying a war plane its more like.
Vroooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo oooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooom
boom..
[Welcome to Nick room 101 lesson to lawndarting]
TiG
-- Hexus Meets Rock! --
Zreeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeoooooooooowwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww!
bu-chur-bu-chur-bu-chur....k-k-k-k-k...braaap, braaap....
Naaaaaaaaaeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeoooooooooooooooooooorrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrshuuuuuuuuuuummmmmmm
Dear lord - in the words of Edward Fox "spring chicken to ****ehawk in one easy lesson - dakka dakka dakka".....
na nanna na naaaaaaah naaaaaaaaaah naaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhh (600mph power dive)
flap flappitty flap creak CREAK UUUUUURGGHHHHHHHH (desperately trying to pull out)
Bit of Python
Jones: Morning, Squadron Leader.
Idle: What-ho, Squiffy.
Jones: How was it?
Idle: Top-hole. Bally Jerry, pranged his kite right in the
how's-your-father; hairy blighter, dicky-birded, feathered back on his
sammy, took a waspy, flipped over on his Betty Harpers and caught his can in
the Bertie.
Jones: Er, I'm afraid I don't quite follow you, Squadron Leader.
Idle: It's perfectly ordinary banter, Squiffy. Bally Jerry, pranged his kite
right in the how's-your-father; hairy blighter, dicky-birded, feathered back
on his sammy, took a waspy, flipped over on his Betty Harpers and caught his
can in the Bertie.
Jones: No, I'm just not understanding banter at all well today. Give us it
slower.
Idle: Banter's not the same if you say it slower, Squiffy.
Jones: Hold on then -- Wingco! -- just bend an ear to the Squadron Leader's
banter for a sec, would you?
Chapman: Can do.
Jones: Jolly good. Fire away.
Idle: Bally Jerry... (he goes through it all again)
Chapman: No, I don't understand that banter at all.
Idle: Something up with my banter, chaps?
AIR RAID SIRENS
(Enter Palin, out of breath)
Palin: Bunch of monkeys on the ceiling, sir! Grab your egg-and-fours and
let's get the bacon delivered!
Chapman (to Idle): Do *you* understand that?
Idle: No -- I didn't get a word of it.
Chapman: Sorry, old man, we don't understand your banter.
Palin: You know -- bally tenpenny ones dropping in the custard!
(no reaction)
Palin: Um -- Charlie choppers chucking a handful!
Chapman: No no -- sorry.
Jones: Say it slower, old chap.
Palin: Slower *banter*, sir?
Chapman: Ra-ther.
Palin: Um -- sausage squad up the blue end?
Idle: No, still don't get it.
Palin: Um -- cabbage crates coming over the briny?
The others: No, no.
struggles forward to the cockpit, heaves the dead co pilot out of his harnessed seat, and joins Skii in heaving this mother out of this monster dive.
PUULLLLLLLLLLLLLLL
/shouts for Tumble.....
we need help man....get outta that gun-pod and HELP US!!
Zreeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee-oooooowwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww
Ker-bOOOSH!!Ker-bOOOSH!!Ker-bOOOSH!!Ker-bOOOSH!!Ker-bOOOSH!!
/lets fly with some cannon fire....
"Bomb-Aimer to Pilot - Can't you keep it steady up there I'm on the bomb run... leftleft.. riiiight... steeaaady... steeeeaady.. bombs gone! bomb doors closed... need a hand skipper?"
[=MUM mode] When youv'e stopped taking pot shots at the cat, got the colanders off your heads and got out of the tin bath and washed your muddy faces it will be time for tea [/Mum mode]
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