Happy Christmas, to you and Yours Mate. :)
Hey our birthday is pretty close.....
BTW, Monty send you one of his precision upper, the M4 barrel won't fit into the receiver without fitting. I am going to have to do a heat shrink to get the barrel into your receiver. I don't think you are going to be able to get it out once it is in the receiver....LOL
****ing hell champ, how about you start looking after yourself!
Happy birthday you old fart!
Have you recieved any noms?
****er had a go at me too, I got him back though. :)
You love this speech, CJ.
This day is called the Feast of Crispian:
He that outlives this day, and comes safe home,
Will stand a-tiptoe when the day is named,
And rouse him at the name of Crispian.
He that shall see this day and live t'old age,
Will yearly on the vigil feast his neighbours,
And say "To-morrow is Saint Crispian":
Then will he ***** his sleeve and show his scars
And say "These wounds I had on Crispin's day."
Old men forget: yet all shall be forgot,
But he'll remember with advantages
What feats he did that day. Then shall our names,
Familiar in his mouth as household words
Harry the King, Bedford and Exeter,
Warwick and Talbot, Salisbury and Gloucester,
Be in their flowing cups freshly remembered.
This story shall the good man teach his son;
And Crispin Crispian shall ne'er go by,
From this day to the ending of the world,
But we in it shall be remembered;
We few, we happy few, we band of brothers;
For he today that sheds his blood with me
Shall be my brother; be he ne'er so vile,
This day shall gentle his condition:
And gentlemen in England now abed
Shall think themselves accursed they were not here,
And hold their manhoods cheap whiles any speaks
That fought with us upon Saint Crispin's day. (IV, iii)
hobo in the hills
eye candy of death
Potential Getaway Driver
Antithesis of the mankind
Suspended for infractions