Questions Needing Anwers

[rosco rathbone]

What is the tactical frequency?

Who is your contact in Nice?

What is the exact location of the rebel arms cache?

Who is your control in Moscow?

When do your comrades plan to blow the railway trestle?


Lies. All stinking lies. We can get nothing more out of this sobbing, useless lump of horseshit, Unterfeldwebel. Take her out and shoot her.

 

[A Desert Rose]

What are the odds that this thread will have 60000 posts and a quarter million views before we are all dead?

I'd say really good.

 

[rosco rathbone]

What are the odds that this thread will have 60000 posts and a quarter million views before we are all dead?

I'd say really good.

Enough of your whingeing, woman.

Guards: shoot her.

 

[A Desert Rose]

Enough of your whingeing, woman.

Guards: shoot her.

Christ, that really is a word.

I had to look it up.

 

[Suborner]

Christ, that really is a word.

I had to look it up.

Don't worry , it's nothing.There are words like floccinauccinihilipilification or pneumonoultramicroscopicsilicovolcanoconiosis....

 

[A Desert Rose]

Don't worry , it's nothing.There are words like floccinauccinihilipilification or pneumonoultramicroscopicsilicovolcanoconiosis....

Well, color me impressed with the both of ya.

LOL

 

[rosco rathbone]

Christ, that really is a word.

I had to look it up.

Yes, it is my preferred pronunciation of "whine". It rhymes with "hinge".

 

[Suborner]

59992 left , so far so good...

 

[Netzach]

Can't we fuck her first?

 

[Suborner]

Can't we fuck her first?

But of course we will ,

Guards : Proceed , aim to the head

 

[rosco rathbone]

But of course we will ,

Guards : Proceed , aim to the head

I give the orders here.

 

[Quint]

I give the orders here.

Ah, the inscrutable shaded-smiley. You definitely know all my weaknesses.

 

[rosco rathbone]

Ah, the inscrutable shaded-smiley. You definitely know all my weaknesses.

What are you staring at?

Papers please.



Hm. "turret lathe operator", eh?. Hold out your hands.

Just as I thought. No calluses. You are coming back with us, Bolshevik bitch.