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Re: RIP forces.gc.ca/forum/forum (Army Discussion Forums) The Continuing Saga
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As a point of order, to properly play we would have to start each post with a successive letter of the alphabet but this is fun too...but stop lobbing softballs like "devise" lol.
Have fun with Mr. Zed. >
As a point of order, to properly play we would have to start each post with a successive letter of the alphabet but this is fun too...but stop lobbing softballs like "devise" lol.
Have fun with Mr. Zed. >
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...and they're both about me !!
Take that HoM
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I think the big difference here is that many of the Mods are long out.........if I want to tell the CDS to hoop his forehead than I would and what could he do about it, besides which he calls me up and then kincanucks gets transferred to a basment QM job, with a female soldier to help him that looks like a starlet, but sadly may only be as bright as a thundering rhino, but at least she finds amusement in her new boss' amazing lack of bungee cord which he keeps in his adjustable harness that he claimed he used in his younger years for special forces missions behind enemy lines in Tadjikistan where he was wonded in the carpal tunnel, he was patched up by a medic with a smashing set of bandages. The best part of the patching was the awesome story he had to tell tess about the time that he saw impromptu performances by mikhail Baryshnikov when he was a young lad in the deep woods of Army.ca. He was joined there by a ninkampoop that was known also as Homer, a poor Greek poet travelling the world as a gun toting madman, with his trusty side kick Mary, whose spandex covered legs were very long. Mary was quite contrary, and often found sitting quietly in the dark playing with her guns, but kept forgeting how to load it the manly way, so she loaded it the Navy way. After that, she was taken aside and spoken to about how the Navy way was always the wrong way, so she went off and cried over her spilt rutabagas, because she would never waste rum like that, and then decided on payback in the worst possible way she could devise, but being in the Navy she was at a loss as to which option to use. Option A meant that she would talk to tess, as he was on to the shenanigans of the characthers on d-Net, including General Hillier, who at that moment was about to crack open a zoo, letting all the animals free, including the sharp as a bag of jello, aesop, the flying boy wonder, who only recently had valium for breakfast, along with beans, where he proceeded to promenade in a manner that was unfitting an officer, for which he was caught pretending to be with a skirt, on mistaking it for a kilt, where upon high winds blew it up, way up. Imagine the keening, not unlike piping itself, at the sight of the lamenting of the poor flying boy wonder, who wished with all his might that he could only join the Navy for then he would be truly a hairy bag, full of lice and other nasty c..........
I think the big difference here is that many of the Mods are long out.........if I want to tell the CDS to hoop his forehead than I would and what could he do about it, besides which he calls me up and then kincanucks gets transferred to a basment QM job, with a female soldier to help him that looks like a starlet, but sadly may only be as bright as a thundering rhino, but at least she finds amusement in her new boss' amazing lack of bungee cord which he keeps in his adjustable harness that he claimed he used in his younger years for special forces missions behind enemy lines in Tadjikistan where he was wonded in the carpal tunnel, he was patched up by a medic with a smashing set of bandages. The best part of the patching was the awesome story he had to tell tess about the time that he saw impromptu performances by mikhail Baryshnikov when he was a young lad in the deep woods of Army.ca. He was joined there by a ninkampoop that was known also as Homer, a poor Greek poet travelling the world as a gun toting madman, with his trusty side kick Mary, whose spandex covered legs were very long. Mary was quite contrary, and often found sitting quietly in the dark playing with her guns, but kept forgeting how to load it the manly way, so she loaded it the Navy way. After that, she was taken aside and spoken to about how the Navy way was always the wrong way, so she went off and cried over her spilt rutabagas, because she would never waste rum like that, and then decided on payback in the worst possible way she could devise, but being in the Navy she was at a loss as to which option to use. Option A meant that she would talk to tess, as he was on to the shenanigans of the characthers on d-Net, including General Hillier, who at that moment was about to crack open a zoo, letting all the animals free, including the sharp as a bag of jello, aesop, the flying boy wonder, who only recently had valium for breakfast, along with beans, where he proceeded to promenade in a manner that was unfitting an officer, for which he was caught pretending to be with a skirt, on mistaking it for a kilt, where upon high winds blew it up, way up. Imagine the keening, not unlike piping itself, at the sight of the lamenting of the poor flying boy wonder, who wished with all his might that he could only join the Navy for then he would be truly a hairy bag, full of lice and other nasty c..........
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