Oh, boy, I see hours of productive time disappearing from the Aerodrome members budgets.
Karl
Oh, boy, I see hours of productive time disappearing from the Aerodrome members budgets.
Karl
It is impossible for a man to begin to learn what he thinks he knows. -- Epictetus
Nothing else to do at lunch time
Used the 'print screen' key then pasted into a really pathetic drawing package we have at work (MS Paint?), cropped and saved as a Jpeg.
Skip-bombing the little beggar works better than giving him a good thwack.
Run for your life - there are stupid people everywhere!
This thread has now had more than 20,000 viewers.
I therefore invite all the contributors to the thread to join me in the bar to celebrate this first for the Drome.
The drinks are on Kyte as usual.
Rob.
"Courage is the art of being the only one who knows you're scared to death."
How can I say no to F. O. Kyte's invitation. I'll take a nice Douro's Red Wine.
It is impossible for a man to begin to learn what he thinks he knows. -- Epictetus
To think that I only started it in the first place to get all the odd remarks and off topic remarks off the serious threads, it certainly does say something about us. Incidentally one of the first posts I got back was a serious one about the french trainer aircraft which had inspired the title of the thread. You can't win 'em all.
Rob.
"Courage is the art of being the only one who knows you're scared to death."
So where are you Karl. I've been up here on patrol for days, now.????..
I've run out of fuel, so I'm stuck up here and can't get down. I even drained my lighter into the tank!!
Did you change your mind, or did you have the map round the wrong way again?
Oh, and its a lie that I only wrote this just cos Kytie was having the last word on this thread - AGAIN!!!
John
Woah, Kytie, An hour and twenty minutes to post a comeback! I lost a quid to myself, I was betting on under fifty minutes..
It occurred to me that if I can replace these solid tyres with inflatables and I can pump them large enough, they will touch the ground and I can just taxi to a halt The step down from the cockpit will be a bit of a pig, but there you go!!
Make a note to include inflatable tyres and a footpump in all emergency kits.
Bumblie3
John!
Hold a while i toss you down some of Robs Gin i liberated, that will keep you airborne a bit longer!
Rich
Rich!
Yippee !!
YANKS (or should that be REBS - since you are a Southern Genellmun from Virginyuh, suh??) to the rescue, WHEEEE!!!
Glug! glug! Glugg! *BURP!!*
Thanks Rich, the gin gave me the courage to step out of the plane. The first 2,000 feet went quite well, but that last half inch was a @*%$$ŁŁ**@!!!
Now, if we can only winch the aircraft back down, I think we're in business!
John
I'm so sorry to hear that Kytie Do the doctors hold out any hope??
I had a friend who suffered from the same problem. He said changing hands was really difficult cos when he got them both off he couldn't replace them by himself. He said he was really screwed, but I think he meant Unscrewed!!
You sure you don't mean ambiloquent?
John
I'd give my right arm to be ambidextrous.............
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For those of you who do not have a technical mind, like pilots, here is an explaination of the workings of an Ambihelical Hexnut.Extensive research in our laboratories has determined that a large percentage of minicomputer system program errors are being caused by parastatic conductance resulting from differential spurving of the hydroscoptic marselvanes located in the prefabulated amilite base of the unilateral detractor mechanism.
MINICOMPUTER PROGRAM ERRORS
DUE TO PARASTATIC CONDUCTANCE By J. L. Schwartz, Senior Researcher, Lotus International, Inc.
Neither International Business Machines or Digital Equipment Corporation has been able to offer any remedy for this troublesome situation other than to recommend manestically spacing the grouting brushes on the periphery of the nubbing purwell.
Although on the surface this would appear to alleviate the problem we have found that this leads to further complications causing the regurgitative wennel sprocket to transmit microgriffage to the anhydrous dangling pin, from whence it is modulated, amplified. and splitnagled, thus causing transendental hopper dadoscope failure. This, in turn, causes quasipiestic depleneration of the bitumogeneous sprandels thus leading to an even higher level of high RMP peak nivel-sheave voltage which further magnifies the amnesial slump.
It should be apparent that any successful solution has to be based on the regeneration of low-ohmic nofers combined with a high degree of medial interation of magneto-reluctance and resistance to atmospherical rillarah.
Fortunately, we have discovered a simple and effective remedy which involves merely modifying the spiral decommutator with the installation of a rectabular extrusion bracket and trichotometric indicator support (see attachment). These items should be purchased (out of petty cash) from any local supply house and installed immediately. Upon installations the above cited malfunctions should be reduced significantly and you should experience greatly increased non-reversible tremic amifacience.
* Note that the special ambihelical hexnut is unique in that any attempt to remove it in the conventional manner only succeeds in tightening it. Because of this design. the nut must be fully screwed on before it can be screwed off.
Blimey Kytie,
I'm not sure I'd have much faith in your Doctors! I don't know how many Doctors you have, but if they only have two hands between them, they would seem to be a bit careless with a scalpel! Don't agree to any surgery performed by these guys. They could leave you a bit short - but I couldn't tell you which bit!!!
John.
Remember that we are no longer living in a hands on society John.
Kyte.
Rob, was that Chief Engineer Scott of the Star Ship Enterprise or Scott of the Antartic seeing we WERE talking about Penguins.
Neither of the above Barry, but I take your point about Scott of the Antarctic.
If you co to this thread and look near the beginning you will see a Rosta for The Bulldogs, and on it near the bottom the names of the Flight mechanics. Well that's my story and I'm sticking to it.
Rob.
http://www.wingsofwar.org/forums/sho...Bulldogs/page2
One of the best real life names like this I read about many years ago so please excuse me if the facts are wrong but they do not impinge on the story. An escaping British Officer in the Balkans got the partizans to fix him up with fake papers under the name of Ivan Bugarov. Now that is wit in extreme circumstances.
Rob.
Rob,
In my early days in an Insurance office, we office boys were easily amused by the insensitivity of parents, in naming their children. Two particular instances were of a girl named IDA FANNY whose surname was PINK, and one named ISABELLA surname BELL. Of course there were quite a few more common instances that caused sniggers, such as Robert Soles, Peter Soup and Jock Strapp.
At least Ivan got to choose his and it wasn't foisted on him.!!
John
Ye Gods, Rich, you've found the missing link - a real Catguin!!
Love it!
John.
John!
The sad truth is, like most genetic hybrids the essence of the true strains have been corrupted. Domino loves fish but hates water and of course still cannot fly!
Rich
I must say, Rich, I've never seen an iceberg so neatly decked. Does Domino do his own carpentry, do you know? If I hadn't seen the photo, I might have assumed from his name that he was a spot welder!!
John.
John!
That is an interesting observation! My own close analysis of the photo Leeds me to believe Domino is an urban Catguin! The white mass on the right foreground is not ice but plastic shopping bags. He also something of a Peeping Tom since he is starring from his balcony to another! Or perhaps he heard the the cry of the local fish monger!
Rich
Yes some parents should know better but perhaps they had not wanted the kid?
The one name that really cracked me up waaay back when I was about 22 & working for Waltons Retail Store as a Credit Interviewer was a Greek chap whose surname was KOKANAKAS!
Then there was a girl friend of one of my mates called Eva Roots!
Boy did I have to bite my tongue & lips on those ones.
Barry, you just brought a spoonerism to mind that my mum told me about when she was working in insurance.
The Chief of the Notts Police Authority at the time was one Captain Popkiss.
My mother overheard one of her telephonists putting through a call to Police Hq. and asking if she could be connected to Poptin Catpiss.
That is the only time I have heard my mother say anything even remotely rude, but it must have cracked up her whole department.
Rob.
Oi! Kytie,
Who're you calling CHEESE?!?!?!
Bumblie3
If the smell fits!
I was at Alkmaar cheese market in Holland. The cheeses were stacked up on the pavement when a small dog came along and relieved himself up the Gouda. With the colour of the rind it did not show anything to the eye, but i always cut my rind quite deeply off now.
Rob.
I'm with you there Barry.
I always did prefer cheddar, but I never knew what there was about Gouda that was such a turn off - Until now!!
No wonder the wax coating has to be waterproof!!!
A tiny penguin hobbles into the doctor's surgery, obviously in great discomfort.
"How can I help you?" the doctor asks.
"I get these terrible pains in my groin when I walk, and its agony when I bend down." says the penguin.
The doctor lifts him onto the examination couch and after a brief examination carries him to the operating table.
The doctor leaves the room for a few minutes and then returns with an enormous pair of scissors.
"If you are going to operate, shouldn't I have an anesthetic?" asks the penguin, trembling with fear.
"Just close your eyes!" replies the doctor.
SNIP! SNIP! SNIP! With each snip the penguin flinches and trembles.
SNIP! SNIP! SNIP!
"There!," says the doctor, lifting the penguin to the floor. "How does that feel?"
The penguin happily waddles up and down the surgery, occasionally jumping up and down squeaking with joy.
"That's great!" he says. " I didn't feel a thing! what did you have too do?"
"I just cut 3 inches off of the tops of your new wellies..."
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I agree Rich.
Rob.
The Seven Dwarfs are on holiday in Rome and visit the Vatican. They managed to wangle an audience with the Pope.
Dopey is pushed forward as spokesman for his brothers.
Drawing himself up to his full height before the Pope, Dopey asks, "Sir, are there any dwarf nuns in Vatican City?"
The Pope tooks slightly bemused but replies, "No, there are no dwarf nuns in Vatican City."
At this, the other six dwarfs start to snigger and nudge each other.
Dopey then asks, "Mr. Pope, are there any dwarf nuns in Europe?"
"No," the Pope answers. "There are no dwarf nuns in Europe."
Hearing this, the other six dwarfs roll around the floor, tears rolling down their faces and howling with laughter.
Dopey looks hard at the Pope and says, "Well then, are there any dwarf nuns in the world?"
"No, my son," comes the response. "There are no dwarf nuns anywhere in the world."
With this, the other dwarfs all begin chanting, "Dopey humped a penguin! Dopey humped a penguin!"
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