War, war is stupid and people are stupid

[klr]

I was thinking of posting the D** ******s March again, but I see that Pensioner is logged in.

[Clinton Huxley]

Dear God, Ashton, that's a fine buxom trollop and no mistake! Why, I'd like to get her in harness and put her through the gallops, what?!?

Yes!

STARNBERG! DAMN. YOUR. EYES!

After him, Ashton, it's imperative he doesn't get away and that I am not injured.....

[AshtonBlack]

Dear God, Ashton, that's a fine buxom trollop and no mistake! Why, I'd like to get her in harness and put her through the gallops, what?!?

Yes!

STARNBERG! DAMN. YOUR. EYES!

After him, Ashton, it's imperative he doesn't get away and that I am not injured.....

Good to have you back, old boy. I have the 13th Kandahar Lancers waiting, I shall be off hunting that prussian swine at once!

[Clinton Huxley]

Has he gone? Has Starnberg gone? Can I come out from under this table now?

[klr]

Has he gone? Has Starnberg gone? Can I come out from under this table now?

You'll never whup those swinish Huns with that attitude. If you're not careful, Field Marshal Haig will put you in the first wave to go over the top next week at the Somme.

[Clinton Huxley]

Doubt it, old boy, influence at Horse Guards, desk job certain.

[Animavore]

your stoopid

[AshtonBlack]

your stoopid

Ahh I see the lower class have spoken. Go back to trotting upon bogs. Black Irish, BLACK I say.

[Clinton Huxley]

your stoopid

Go over there and say that......

[Cormac]

Ashton, baby, come on! Let the aggression drain from your fingertips. Group hug - come on, hands around the tree and then perhaps a multicultural maypole. Love everyone, even the French.

Dancing around a 30 foot beribboned cock?

[Bella Fortuna]

Ashton, baby, come on! Let the aggression drain from your fingertips. Group hug - come on, hands around the tree and then perhaps a multicultural maypole. Love everyone, even the French.

Dancing around a 30 foot beribboned cock?

I used to do that when I was a pagan... Most fun when the ribbons get all woven together and the ends get short and the dance becomes very close quarters indeed.

Too bad all the guys in my coven were either gay or big huge hairy mountain men.

[Cormac]

I cannot bear the anguish of man hurting his fellow. I have seen the light. This is what it's all about now:-

I'll see your peacemongers, and raise you...

... The Polyphonic Spree!

[Cormac]

Under the authority of Rule 42 I feel obliged to revoke Clinton Huxley's right to draw breath, those of you who wish to say your final goodbyes have a little over 8 minutes to do so, then a W-80 on its minimal yield setting will resolve this horrific issue.

No no, I think you've got it all wrong.

I diagnose the receipt of a blowjob in the last 24 hours, the after-effects of which haven't yet left his system. Leave him alone for a while, and he'll be ok...

[Cormac]

Huxley, the fate of all England depends on this, tell me who is this:

Anne Widdecombe?

[Bella Fortuna]

Naw, that's Christopher Hitchens!