Brothers in Arms

[North Sea Tigress]

North Sea Tigress, implies by its nature, a female. That would be because I am a female.

The worlds finest corps...The Royal Marines (God bless them all) only consists of men.

Therefore, in answer to your dumbass comment; No kinda marine would have that kinda name, not even a pervert type!

You really have a lot to learn about the differences between men and women haven't you?

Switch on Numb Nuts!!

NST

[JR]

North Sea Tigress,Good on ya 'Gal' Aye jr

[El Prez]

I used to drive North Sea Tigers, never saw much pussy though.

There's that bloody whistling noise again................

[North Sea Tigress]

Could that be the famous 'Plums Parry' then?

NST XX

[El Prez]

Yessum, dats me baas
However...........I did once get in tepid water when I took a few QARRNS for a spin around the moor in a gazelle, all in the contract you know. The next day I nipped down to their accommodation to collect my QARRN sister to come up homers for tea; when she discovered me knee deep in conversation with some of her pals my fate was sealed.

[Grungey]

Good afternoon lady. Reckon i knows the diffrance there boy. The Royal Marine band do too, since they employ several. An what of that nice Capn Pip?
First times in a long time ain got me no date tonite.Dont no what to do with myself there boy

[harry hackedoff]

Elmer, you could always try playing.
Don`t even go down the"Captain Pip, God Bless Her" road as you are sure to be victualled up. You two really should get together as you could legitimately give her one. A leg up, that is.
Whats this "Plums Parry"? Is it like Buster Gonad from Vis? The bloke with testacles so large that he has to carry them round in a wheelbarrow.
Don`t take much working out, really, does it?

Aye, Harry

[bootneck]

hey grungey, been on yer web sit, like them there big hats, seen them making them on blue peter a couple of years ago out of crap, sorry, crepe paper, you don`t have to have them white ya knows, ya can have em black... ......could have done with one of those in Norway, clockwork 81, when some elmer half inched my deputy dog hat, would have kept my lugs warm, and doubled up as heads when caught short, whats this about pigs, oink oink, how do you skewer yours??
I`m not one of those fags you spout off about on your site, but you can`t rule a mans life for him, if he wants to smoke, hell, let him,see ya`all

harry, my sides are splitting with the OFFICIAL Bollocks journal of our pongaloid, " elite"

[El Prez]

Grungey me old queen, did you ever catch duty in London at Grosvenor Square?

[Mike]

Where is Grungey? Don't tell me Good O'l Dubya has called him up as a diplomatic link to Baghdad and is now screwing the hell out of Iraqi goats, still makes a change from yer good o'l porkies, I guess.
Or do you think Mutley has got tiered of the Charade?....

[Mutley]

Mike, sorry to disillusion yall, but the math dont sit straight - 3 weeks (plus a few) no comms. No psuedo there mate - somebody has been laying phoney hoof marks . although if I was to do the Holmes bit I would be searching for hints elswhere.

I have noticed a change in Lozs demeanour, during my absense, even the cleaver adages seem more rounded.

Rob, you really have got this nursey thing bad aint ya. Mind you if ever there was something to get withdrawal symptons from it had to be STARCH - I had to go cold turkey into civvy street, but every now and then when wandering through Sainsburys the hand wanders before the Squadron Leader leads me gently to the bottles aisle.......

[El Prez]

So many h's what is a chap to make of that? Paws pointed in differing directions. Confusing for those of us with 'O' level art as our main claim to fame.

[Mutley]

Always thought you were an arty type Rob! So now we know you have an artistic bent!

[El Prez]

The wonders of Botox injections you know, none of this viagra rubbish, and I can't feel a thing, can I nurse?

Completely off the thread. Wedding ceremony in Newcastle, essence bride doggo groom. Standing waiting for the bride to process down the aisle towards the groom, who was a friends son and matelot to boot. Friend standing next to me stage whispers, "What does she see in him" Me forgetting location and adjacent crowd, "He's probably got a ten inch tongue and can breathe through his ears".
Chaos ensues.

[harry hackedoff]

Not Guilty, Your Honour,

not that old "3 weeks, and no comms" sketch

"Wellcome to The Wonderfull World of French Net Cafes" By J. Arthur Mutley.

The defence rests, Your Honour :fadein:

Aye think not