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btw by gawd you're a cheery bastage, DaveH Stop it! Stop it this once! :mad: :mad: :mad: Mace

I love the smell of lanolin in the evening! Mace

I love the smell of lanolin in the evening! Mace

How did he know? Mace

Hangman's noose? Congrats! Mace

Grog grog! Mace

Kitty would rather eat Roo. Mace

Kitty would rather eat Roo. Mace

No silly, Axe's sex aid (it gets a might lonely out in them thar woods). :mad: :mad: Mace

No silly, Axe's sex aid (it gets a might lonely out in them thar woods). :mad: :mad: Mace

Easily answered. To give the lads at Pucka something to do. Real answer is however a combined arms self sufficiency. btw, Australia has had AFVs as part of the force mix since before WW2 (1920s IIRC). Last time our MBTs were used in Combat was Vietnam, where they were used mainly for infantry support (refer JonS' reference above) Mace [ July 19, 2004, 07:37 AM: Message edited by: Mace ]

<div align="center"> What Famous Leader Are You? <font size="1">personality tests by similarminds.com</font></div> GGGGGGGGGGGGRRRRRRRRRRR GRGRGGRGERGR GRHGHRGHRGGG!! Neat! Most likely to be assassinated! I'd make a better looking corpse though. :mad: :mad: :mad: Mace

<div align="center"> What Famous Leader Are You? <font size="1">personality tests by similarminds.com</font></div> GGGGGGGGGGGGRRRRRRRRRRR GRGRGGRGERGR GRHGHRGHRGGG!! Neat! Most likely to be assassinated! I'd make a better looking corpse though. :mad: :mad: :mad: Mace

She'd probably welcome your attention! Mace

She'd probably welcome your attention! Mace

Yeeeee...hhaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa! Get along, little Wombat! err Doggy! errr Yeknodathon Mace

*leans over, then sings into one of Yeknodathon's ear* But the bald-faced steer he pawed the ground, and he bawled and he bellered too, he walled his eyes and he wrung his tail, then he shook his hocks and flew.

So they rolled old steer upon his back, and they held him by the horns, and down his sizzling goozle they poured a quart of corn.

How they got that oxen loose from the tree, it would be hard to tell, but when they went to lead him away, why, it seems they just had hell.

When they got to the place where the steer was tied, they was a - feelin' mighty gay, for they had stopped to tilt that jug most all along the way.

*leaps on the back of Yeknodathon, strums the guitar, and keeps singing* them boys got down and hefted the jug, and they found her full - pretty nigh, so they each took a snort right then and there, fer they was tolerable dry.

*sings louder, over Dorosh* Sez one ole boy to the other ole boy, "Now this is mighty queer, I wish that you would tell me the of this contraption here."

*clears throat, strikes another pose, and begins to wail* As they was a-ridin' thru the brush, around the side of a hill, all at once they come upon a hidden moonshine still.

They pruned him up with a de-hornin' saw an' they knotted his tail fer a joke, then they rid him off and left him there, necked to a black-jack oak.

Now Buster Jig were a riata man, with his gut-line coiled up neat. So he shaken her out an' he built him a loop, and he caught the devil's hind feet