Herr Oberst Posted October 11, 2003 Share Posted October 11, 2003 Rules... rules... We don't need no stinkin' rules... It never keeps the SSN's out anyway... Well, maybe just one, or two... Treat the Ladies of the Pool as Ladies, or you will have some serious smack-down applied to your spotty behind. Challenge like you've at least graduated from the Vienna Boy's Choir, and must shave every day. No namby-pamby stuff. Gits who waltz in and throw down a glove merely get their glove dirty, and suffer derision and humiliation. Of course, everyone here suffers derision and humiliation, some more deserving than others, but your glove will be dirty too. There are no poncy Marquis de Queensbury fencing rules here, it's more like Marquis de Sade in a 40-ton AFV. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Herr Oberst Posted October 11, 2003 Author Share Posted October 11, 2003 Rules... rules... We don't need no stinkin' rules... It never keeps the SSN's out anyway... Well, maybe just one, or two... Treat the Ladies of the Pool as Ladies, or you will have some serious smack-down applied to your spotty behind. Challenge like you've at least graduated from the Vienna Boy's Choir, and must shave every day. No namby-pamby stuff. Gits who waltz in and throw down a glove merely get their glove dirty, and suffer derision and humiliation. Of course, everyone here suffers derision and humiliation, some more deserving than others, but your glove will be dirty too. There are no poncy Marquis de Queensbury fencing rules here, it's more like Marquis de Sade in a 40-ton AFV. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Boo Radley Posted October 11, 2003 Share Posted October 11, 2003 Boo Radley walks in, dusting sand off of his tacky Hawaiian shirt and tuxedo pants: Ye Gawds, it's dusty here in far Afrik! It's like a martini where, after filling the glass with gin, the barmaid just whipered the word, "vermooth" over the glass in a sultry voice. Just the way I like 'em! Bring on the belly dancers! Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Boo Radley Posted October 11, 2003 Share Posted October 11, 2003 Boo Radley walks in, dusting sand off of his tacky Hawaiian shirt and tuxedo pants: Ye Gawds, it's dusty here in far Afrik! It's like a martini where, after filling the glass with gin, the barmaid just whipered the word, "vermooth" over the glass in a sultry voice. Just the way I like 'em! Bring on the belly dancers! Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Berlichtingen Posted October 11, 2003 Share Posted October 11, 2003 An appropriate sing-song... Vor der Kaserne, vor dem großen Tor, Stand eine Laterne und steht sie noch davor. So wollen wir uns wiedersehn, Bei der Laterne wolln wir stehn, Wie einst Lilli Marlen, wie einst Lilli Marlen. Unsre beiden Schatten, sie sehn wie einer aus, Daß wir so lieb uns hatten, daß sah man gleich daraus. Und alle Leute wolln es sehn, Daß wir bei der Laterne stehn, Wie einst Lillli Marlen, wie einst Lilli Marlen. Schon rief der Posten: "Sie blasen Zapfenstreich! Es kann drei Tage kosten!" -- " Kamerad, ich komm ja gleich!" Da sagten wir auf Wiedersehn, Wie gerne wollt ich mit dir gehn, Mit dir, Lilli Marlen, mit dir, Lilli Marlen. Deine Schritte kennt sie, deinen zieren Gang. Alle Abend brennt sie, mich vergaß sie lang. Und sollte mir ein Leids geschehn, Wer wird bei der Laterne stehn, Wie einst Lilli Marlen, wie einst Lilli Marlen? Aus dem stillen Raume, aus der Erde Grund Hebt mich wie im Traume dein verliebter Mund. Wenn sich die spaeten Nebel drehn, Werd ich bei der Laterne stehn, Wie einst Lilli Marlen, wie einst Lilli Marlen. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Berlichtingen Posted October 11, 2003 Share Posted October 11, 2003 An appropriate sing-song... Vor der Kaserne, vor dem großen Tor, Stand eine Laterne und steht sie noch davor. So wollen wir uns wiedersehn, Bei der Laterne wolln wir stehn, Wie einst Lilli Marlen, wie einst Lilli Marlen. Unsre beiden Schatten, sie sehn wie einer aus, Daß wir so lieb uns hatten, daß sah man gleich daraus. Und alle Leute wolln es sehn, Daß wir bei der Laterne stehn, Wie einst Lillli Marlen, wie einst Lilli Marlen. Schon rief der Posten: "Sie blasen Zapfenstreich! Es kann drei Tage kosten!" -- " Kamerad, ich komm ja gleich!" Da sagten wir auf Wiedersehn, Wie gerne wollt ich mit dir gehn, Mit dir, Lilli Marlen, mit dir, Lilli Marlen. Deine Schritte kennt sie, deinen zieren Gang. Alle Abend brennt sie, mich vergaß sie lang. Und sollte mir ein Leids geschehn, Wer wird bei der Laterne stehn, Wie einst Lilli Marlen, wie einst Lilli Marlen? Aus dem stillen Raume, aus der Erde Grund Hebt mich wie im Traume dein verliebter Mund. Wenn sich die spaeten Nebel drehn, Werd ich bei der Laterne stehn, Wie einst Lilli Marlen, wie einst Lilli Marlen. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Mace Posted October 11, 2003 Share Posted October 11, 2003 You know the best thing about this incarnation? it's just like being home...during summer. Mace Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Mace Posted October 11, 2003 Share Posted October 11, 2003 You know the best thing about this incarnation? it's just like being home...during summer. Mace Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Leeo Posted October 11, 2003 Share Posted October 11, 2003 I hate the desert. Sure, it's a dry heat, but it's the kind wherein guys like me make their own gravy. I see Palm Trees! (snicker) Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Leeo Posted October 11, 2003 Share Posted October 11, 2003 I hate the desert. Sure, it's a dry heat, but it's the kind wherein guys like me make their own gravy. I see Palm Trees! (snicker) Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Mace Posted October 11, 2003 Share Posted October 11, 2003 since we're having a sing along here... And the Desert Rats gnawed at his lines by night Creeping up on the Hun like ghosts Till he screamed and broke in panic flight And we took his hard-pressed posts. In the grey little country over the sea The Bulldog cocked his eye Well done, you Rats of Tobruk, he said We hang on, you and I. Mace Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Mace Posted October 11, 2003 Share Posted October 11, 2003 since we're having a sing along here... And the Desert Rats gnawed at his lines by night Creeping up on the Hun like ghosts Till he screamed and broke in panic flight And we took his hard-pressed posts. In the grey little country over the sea The Bulldog cocked his eye Well done, you Rats of Tobruk, he said We hang on, you and I. Mace Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Berlichtingen Posted October 11, 2003 Share Posted October 11, 2003 We're the D-Day Dodgers, way off in Italy Always on the vino, always on the spree; Eighth Army scroungers and their tanks, We live in Rome, among the Yanks. We are the D-Day Dodgers, way out in Italy We landed in Salerno, a holiday with pay, The Jerries brought the bands out to greet us on the way. Showed us the sights and gave us tea, We all sang songs, the beer was free To welcome D-Day Dodgers to sunny Italy. Naples and Casino were taken in our stride, We didn't go to fight there, we went just for the ride. Anzio and Sangro were just names, We only went to look for dames The artful D-Day Dodgers, way out in Italy. Dear Lady Astor, you think you're mighty hot, Standing on the platform, talking tommyrot. You're England's sweetheart and her pride We think your mouth's too bleeding wide. We are the D-Day Dodgers, in sunny Italy. Look around the mountains, in the mud and rain, You'll find the scattered crosses, some that have no name. Heartbreak and toil and suffering gone, The boys beneath them slumber on. They are the D-Day Dodgers who stay in Italy. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Berlichtingen Posted October 11, 2003 Share Posted October 11, 2003 We're the D-Day Dodgers, way off in Italy Always on the vino, always on the spree; Eighth Army scroungers and their tanks, We live in Rome, among the Yanks. We are the D-Day Dodgers, way out in Italy We landed in Salerno, a holiday with pay, The Jerries brought the bands out to greet us on the way. Showed us the sights and gave us tea, We all sang songs, the beer was free To welcome D-Day Dodgers to sunny Italy. Naples and Casino were taken in our stride, We didn't go to fight there, we went just for the ride. Anzio and Sangro were just names, We only went to look for dames The artful D-Day Dodgers, way out in Italy. Dear Lady Astor, you think you're mighty hot, Standing on the platform, talking tommyrot. You're England's sweetheart and her pride We think your mouth's too bleeding wide. We are the D-Day Dodgers, in sunny Italy. Look around the mountains, in the mud and rain, You'll find the scattered crosses, some that have no name. Heartbreak and toil and suffering gone, The boys beneath them slumber on. They are the D-Day Dodgers who stay in Italy. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Jim Boggs Posted October 11, 2003 Share Posted October 11, 2003 Don't sit under the apple tree with anyone else but me anyone else but me Don't sit under the apple tree with any one else but me, until I come marching home Don't go walking down lover's lane with anyone else but me, anyone else but me, Don't go walking down lover's lane with anyone else but me, until I come marching home Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Jim Boggs Posted October 11, 2003 Share Posted October 11, 2003 Don't sit under the apple tree with anyone else but me anyone else but me Don't sit under the apple tree with any one else but me, until I come marching home Don't go walking down lover's lane with anyone else but me, anyone else but me, Don't go walking down lover's lane with anyone else but me, until I come marching home Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Berlichtingen Posted October 11, 2003 Share Posted October 11, 2003 Originally posted by Jim Boggs: Don't sit under the apple tree with anyone else but me anyone else but me Don't sit under the apple tree with any one else but me, until I come marching home Don't go walking down lover's lane with anyone else but me, anyone else but me, Don't go walking down lover's lane with anyone else but me, until I come marching home Can't hear that tune without thinkin' of the flick Heaven Knows Mr Alison Wie oft sind wir geschritten Auf schmalem Negerpfad, Wohl durch der Wüste Mitten, Wenn früh der Morgen naht. Wie lauschten wir dem Klange, Dem altvertrauten Sange Der Träger und Askari: Heia, heia, Safari. Steil über Berg und Klüfte, Durch tiefe Urwaldnacht, Wo schwül und feucht die Lüfte Und nie die Sonne lacht. Durch Steppengräserwogen Sind wir hindurchgezogen Mit Trägern und Askari: Heia, heia, Safari. Und saßen wir am Feuer Des Nachts wohl vor dem Zelt, Lag wie in stiller Feier Um uns die nächt'ge Welt. Und über dunkle Hänge Tönt es wie ferne Klänge Von Trägern und Askari: Heia, heia, Safari. Tret ich die letzte Reise, Die große Fahrt einst an, Auf, singt mir diese Weise Statt Trauerliedern dann. Daß meinem Jägerohre, Dort vor dem Himmelstore, Es klingt ein Halali: Heia, heia, Safari. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Berlichtingen Posted October 11, 2003 Share Posted October 11, 2003 Originally posted by Jim Boggs: Don't sit under the apple tree with anyone else but me anyone else but me Don't sit under the apple tree with any one else but me, until I come marching home Don't go walking down lover's lane with anyone else but me, anyone else but me, Don't go walking down lover's lane with anyone else but me, until I come marching home Can't hear that tune without thinkin' of the flick Heaven Knows Mr Alison Wie oft sind wir geschritten Auf schmalem Negerpfad, Wohl durch der Wüste Mitten, Wenn früh der Morgen naht. Wie lauschten wir dem Klange, Dem altvertrauten Sange Der Träger und Askari: Heia, heia, Safari. Steil über Berg und Klüfte, Durch tiefe Urwaldnacht, Wo schwül und feucht die Lüfte Und nie die Sonne lacht. Durch Steppengräserwogen Sind wir hindurchgezogen Mit Trägern und Askari: Heia, heia, Safari. Und saßen wir am Feuer Des Nachts wohl vor dem Zelt, Lag wie in stiller Feier Um uns die nächt'ge Welt. Und über dunkle Hänge Tönt es wie ferne Klänge Von Trägern und Askari: Heia, heia, Safari. Tret ich die letzte Reise, Die große Fahrt einst an, Auf, singt mir diese Weise Statt Trauerliedern dann. Daß meinem Jägerohre, Dort vor dem Himmelstore, Es klingt ein Halali: Heia, heia, Safari. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
dalem Posted October 11, 2003 Share Posted October 11, 2003 I just flew in from the BB Board and boy are my arms tired! Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
dalem Posted October 11, 2003 Share Posted October 11, 2003 I just flew in from the BB Board and boy are my arms tired! Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Noba Posted October 11, 2003 Share Posted October 11, 2003 Originally posted by Mace: You know the best thing about this incarnation? it's just like being home...during summer. Mace Ok. Now this is more like it. Hey Mace, I got the prawns for the barbie - have you got the beer ? Noba. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Noba Posted October 11, 2003 Share Posted October 11, 2003 Originally posted by Mace: You know the best thing about this incarnation? it's just like being home...during summer. Mace Ok. Now this is more like it. Hey Mace, I got the prawns for the barbie - have you got the beer ? Noba. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Noba Posted October 11, 2003 Share Posted October 11, 2003 Originally posted by dalem: I just flew in from the BB Board and boy are my arms tired! Let me be the first to welcome you... Rhhheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee !! Noba. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Noba Posted October 11, 2003 Share Posted October 11, 2003 Originally posted by dalem: I just flew in from the BB Board and boy are my arms tired! Let me be the first to welcome you... Rhhheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee !! Noba. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Speedy Posted October 11, 2003 Share Posted October 11, 2003 Beer, Barbie, wide open spaces, cricket on the telly. If only we could get those nongs to stop their caterwauling this could be heaven Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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