(JDK, I'm going to pretend you didn't post for a moment, because since you closed it, that would theoretically stop me from posting this...yet I have a workaround.)
*ahem*
Did I say screwdriver? Oi, it was really our poin'er finger stook in prompellor at an odd angle to grind the flesh off an' sharpen the bohn, but it were like a screwdriver to oos.
An' of course YOO had actual lights on the wings, aye? We had to have me two broovers hanging about on the wingtips wif matches, a might tuff to keep lit at 180 knots mind ye, an the only reason they staye dout there was because our dad nailed them to the wing using old roosty railspikes.
JDK wrote:
Cant resist...
"Chew through the release, gouge out your own eye?
LUXURY.
We 'ad to land before we took off, build the dams for the Jarmans, from sand using only our tongues, make the bombs from our own snot, then carry them to the target on our own, on our backs, while making aeryplane noises. One we threw the bombs at the dams, we ad to push the water uphill to disrupt the Jarman economy, using only our toenail clippings, and beat Gobbels to death using a wet kipper before our dad, Mr Churchill, would whip us to death before we could get up from going to sleep after working 64 hours a day.
And you tell young people today how we 'ad it in the war, and they don't believe you."
Aye...
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