Kilo…great job going on that Tomcat! Pic #3 looks like it’s going to jump off the screen and tear out ones throat! (nice pics!) (I know next to nothing about propless A/C…so I hesitae to comment…but the build and shading look wonderful!)
Any comedy dispensed around here with my name on it…was inspired by all the other knuckleheads that log on here![oX)]
I would list you all…but you already know who you are!
[:-^] Well…it is a fairly large club, after all![oX)]
Ummm…what was your name again? I was out buzzing the neighborhood in my A-12 NT and a State Trooper hit me with his speed radar so I’m a bit disoriented[%-)]
XO- the CAG is aboot and beyond, bandanas over t*ts an all that. It be a bit ta Friesday but ye (went ta the Bones taday and she put an index up the scupper pipe, no cancers) gotta see bones of a bloke, new fonwded Bos’un and compliments to yur Holiness shure to be an capable officer of the deck, can I get the key and ration the Rum???
The lit’l bit aircrafty thing acame my way today per that eBay frigate. Punish their souls and ration our Rum.
Where’s Roger?
Sail on to Friday me blokes.
Hawkins, mind to yer Mum and wipe the snot off’n yer lip.[oX)]
XO let a cap a’me bones but he was Shut faced and missed!!
Yes, tis the weekend!!! I be havin’ a tot of scotch and cola at the moment and it be going down very nice![oX)] So here’s to those that have served, those that are serving, and those that have payed the ultimate price. [#toast][#toast][#toast] Remember, our freedom wasn’t won with a handshake!
AAAAAAAAARRRRRRRGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHH me’ mates; I’ve been chain’d t’the taft rail, lashed to the Rudd’r, keel hauled , transomed, pintled and gudgeoned!!! XO he’s a bit of a pudknocker.
M’Lass is in a lov’n mood, whot we crawled out’a the Rum locker like a pair o’scurvy rats, tumbled inta the bunk and R now watchin’ that great film o’ manliness; “Somethings Gotta Give” werein the once great Pirate Nicholson hands his musketballs on a plate to a Virago, a Haridan, a wench, a rounded heel denizen O’ the Port, an Atropos, a clipper o" things import’nt.
Love is in the air an’ it ain’t in Penzanze!!
Hawkins- up ta’ tha f’ocsle- we ‘a you sleepin’ w’ the Occifers cause they all are a lily lot, but the men needs to teach you the way to keep y’self alive up in the tops! Knife in the teeth, m’lad.
Time to clean the Dolphin Striker m’boy. And a chug o’ Ginger Beer i’fn you succeed.
Rum for all, rations for a few, hoist one to Roger, and remember; beware the Black Spot!!
The XO has the secret key, the cask is birked, its a Friday night and I’m [#toast] to you navvies,