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Post by Mitchell on Oct 1, 2012 13:55:53 GMT -5
i'm so switched on right now. I got a pair of 73411Fs on their way here for a Christmas present for you sir. |
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Post by TheNewMads on Oct 1, 2012 14:22:15 GMT -5
i'm so switched on right now. I got a pair of 73411Fs on their way here for a Christmas present for you sir. make mine roaches! i like how they're gonna bring a mirthful chuckle to everyone who sees them. exactly how many people do they think ms. hypothetical-ant-panties is going to show her ant panties to? |
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Post by CBG on Oct 1, 2012 15:43:37 GMT -5
"...they'll bring 'mirthful chuckles' to all who see them." Who, now?
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Post by Crowfan on Oct 1, 2012 18:43:01 GMT -5
Thank goodness they aren't edible panties.
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Post by Mitchell on Oct 1, 2012 19:33:27 GMT -5
Christmas Eve. 1944. Bastogne.
Mother:
I want to write to let you, Sis, Slow John and Paw know that I am A-OK out here. Me and the boys are in high spirits and even though it's bitterly cold out here, we keep warm thinking of thoughts of home, sitting by the fire, roasting chestnuts, and waiting until you and Paw went to bed for me to slide my hand up Mary Jane's gams until I caught Slow John watching us from a crack in the door. She sure was a Share Crop!
Anyway, I really wanted to thank you and Paw for sending me and the Guys that large size pair of edible cockroach panties. That was sure swell! Me and Williams and Browney even shared some of it with the Sarge. It's been keeping us going, since we don't get much rations and they were large enough to completely wrap up Stephenson in the latrine. I know you don't want to hear about those Hi-Jinks. I still remember the whoopin' you gave me and Slow John when we accidentally flushed Fr. Mitchell's rosary down the commode during Palm Sunday services at St. Marys, so I know you don't like potty talk.
The real reason I write to you is this. If it's not too much to ask, the next time we're in Merry Old England, could you ship over another pair? Perhaps one pair that wasn't Aunt Esther's? I mean I'm thankful and all, but Williams was stuck with eating the crotch pad last night, which was fine, but it was dark and he thought he might have caught a hair. He got really sore when I told him about her mustache too.
Well, that's all from the front. The Sarge says he thinks Jerry is about all out of fight, so we should be pulling out in a few days. Merry Christmas!
With Love, Your First Son,
Cpl. Virgil X. Snodgrass, C Company, 105 PIR, 82nd Airborne Division, US Army.
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Post by TheNewMads on Oct 1, 2012 20:03:57 GMT -5
The Little-Known Story of How Edible Cockroach Panties Secretly Won the War is the best thing to appear on this site since my amazing Jenny Agutter epistolary reviews.
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Post by nondescript spice on Oct 12, 2012 11:45:45 GMT -5
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Post by Phantom Engineer on Oct 12, 2012 17:06:34 GMT -5
That's funny, and frightening.
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Post by Don Quixote on Oct 12, 2012 21:22:10 GMT -5
You don't keep British comedians in your uterus?
Weirdo.
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Post by Mitchell on Oct 12, 2012 23:05:21 GMT -5
She can't fit Rowan Atkinson in her uterus. She's filled it up with cans of cling peaches.
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Post by nondescript spice on Oct 14, 2012 21:55:27 GMT -5
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Post by Mitchell on Oct 15, 2012 5:40:42 GMT -5
wow, Archie's ass looks HOT HOT HOT in those chinos.
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Post by nondescript spice on Oct 15, 2012 9:31:32 GMT -5
 yeah, but reggie got BACK. |
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Post by TheNewMads on Oct 15, 2012 10:45:54 GMT -5
sociopathic superman is also quite excellent.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 15, 2012 15:49:05 GMT -5
I'd hate to have flesh-tone teeth.
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