Don’t worry fairweather friends. I don’t need you in the end. Everyone knows what sneaky little liars you are. Yes he taught you well! Do you know? You’re damn right I knew for years! I listened to every conversation you had and while you conspired you helped me retire. I know you have no soul not sure how that could happen to so many of you from a place with two churches! Get a life, a makeover and try to educate yourself a little better. Drink up and be merry and thank you from the bottom of our hearts my family owes you a great deal of gratitude for your loose lips sink ships hmmm….I wonder if that’s what happened to yours! —Time to Pay!
This article appears in May 2-8, 2013.
huh? http://i.imgur.com/Xh6Jz.jpg
A big WTF and a Platinum Purple Monkey Dishwasher Award.
Is this perhaps a text version of an old Warner Bros. cartoon–not alotta sense but definitely a whole buncha “Bam!”, “Pow!”, “Kaboom!!!”, and “Kerplunk”???…Just a thought.
oh for pity’s sake op keep your dreary little dramas on your own facebook pages.
I say the mod censored the shit out of it, why else post it? Maybe it’ll even make it to print. I’d buy that issue for sure.
Sounds like a demented ol’ lady with delusions of blowing them Nazi subs outta the water – Jesus H. Fucking Cripes, this post doesn’t make a lick of sense and, therefore, deserves the mark of major fail.
Drama in Mahone Bay?
Dunno REg, I’m pretty sure Mahone Bay is AT LEAST a tri-church burg….but I could be wrong…..
“loose lips sink ships”
What if WW2 was being fought today?
http://kara.allthingsd.com/files/2011/01/L…
Ian, not sure what the OB is talking about but if WWII was fought today we would have raised the white flag when the Nazis had taken over France. This would have been due to live feeds of the dead and wounded and the people saying why are we wasting the lives of our young people because we can never win attitude that seems to permeate these days.
True dat, Ossifer Tim.
I have mental images of the Voice of (Some) Wimmen picketing at the dockyard, P.M. Trudeau in his papa’s pickelhaube telling us that we need to address the “root causes” of fascism, and Elizabeth May telling the blitzed citizens of London that they need to severely curtail the emission of greenhouse gasses from their shattered city.
as if there is ever a *good* time to kill our young men? it’s always hideous and always sears their souls for the rest of their lives, if they survive it.
sometimes a necessary evil, but too often over economic greed or insulted pride.
if we must throw our young in battle, round up the gangster wannabees and let them work off their need for adrenalin, and leave at home the decent young men and women who are the ones who volunteer to go. thats the waste. from how my son described boot camp it may be the antidote for backwards ball caps, saggy ass pants and an unjustified swagger.
It’s emotionally tempting, and there’s no denying that military service has turned about many a young miscreant. But the “rough men who stand ready in the night to visit violence upon those who would do us harm”
deserve to know that the best and brightest have their backs; not the flotsam of our privileged society.
And if we find that the expense of equipping them to do the tasks we set AND caring for them when those tasks are done, is too high, then perhaps we need to revisit the notion of whether or not our society is worth that level of sacrifice. And accept the consequences.
Ivan, you send the “pardoned criminals” and the “socially undesirable” to the front lines and high-risk missions.
My only problem with that is after they’re all released, we’ll have military trained sociopathic killers walking around.
“Fear the old warrior, for he has less to live for, and more to die for.”
Ah, but Ivan is an old campaigner and recalls the heroic deeds of Sven Hassell and Tiny, the Little Legionnaire etc. doing time in Herr Hitler’s Penal Panzer Divisions.
http://www.svenhassel.info/
The problem with gangsta wannabes is that they’re all cowards and would be completely useless in battle.
Lousy shots, baggy pants, functionally illiterate, adept at killing innocent bystanders, like to abuse women – wangstas would make great taliban.
let’s re name them wank-sters. they could also be used for road building, lay them down just right, overlapping…
“BUILD A BRIDGE OUT OF THEM!”
No, wait – that’s for witches.
a moose bit my sister…
Anybody else going to see John Cleese at the Cohn in September?
the ‘last chance before i’m dead’ show. if i can get tickets i will.
i’ll probably need an ambulance half way thru.
This is going to be a huge day. barStux has brought back the mocha cookie crumble frappuchino, and on the way back I saw the male cardinal of the pair that live on the grounds of the dacha.
your activities pale beside my earth trembling adventures. today i cast off my duct tape embraced runners and purchase virginal new ones.
the mind wobbles.
I intend to repair to my balcony today with a good volume and a chilled tin of PBR and watch the local corbies scold and strafe Countess Blueberry von Puff E. Pantz as she lounges on the sun baked concrete like a furry Modigliani painting.
did someone ask for a witch?
A good witch who makes enchanted cookies *cackle*
funny you should say that, one of the boyos requested biscotti, so making some today. they will be at the shop til the are snarfed
Had a chance to get tickets prior to public sales but turned it down. As much as I love Cleese, I’d rather retain his classic moments in my noggin. Apparently, his third wife cleaned him out financially, thus the real reason for the tour. A sad swan song for such a brilliant wit.
My corbies are dancing around the compost bin like it was a 1970s hot tub orgy.
that’s how i feel too ttfb, http://www.firstpost.com/topic/person/john…
Bloody strewth! As Dennis Moore might say, “Blimey, this redistribution of the wealth is trickier than I thought”
I think Graham Chapman appeared at Dal sometime in the mid-80’s
my crows little black hearts better be grateful, i hauled home jimmy carters entire harvest of peanuts for the greedy beggars. i get it back by watching mr strut spend 20 minutes trying to fit 4 of them in his beak.
i will be ignoring the drifts of fur around the house today and closing my eyes to the 17 other perennial beds that are waving weed choked arms at me.
i just made a huge jug of sangria and fixing a table full of kalamatas, domandes, spanakopita, tzatziki, garlic soaked prawns, rosemary roasted potatoes and as my last conscious act will fry saganaki
pete’s tent & awning had a sale, so i got myself some new duds to grow into.
Beware lebanese bearing gifts of greek delicacies *Hee Haw*
>; )