The Never Ending Story

[ahlocks]

AhloW stood beside the SportsTzar and gazed up at the towering cumilowhoopass boiling menacingly to the East, confident that the Viagra he'd smeared on the Tzara's main spar would be up to the task. (for at least 4 hours...apparently :ne_nau:)

 

"She'll be right my little rivet riddled friend" :smooch: Ahlow soothed. "We've just got to take that strobe and throw it away before it blinds someone now, :rolleyes1: and then we're good to go..."

 

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Lots of aged oestrogen in the general population garden as of late....

 

 

[turboplanner]

"We've just got to take that strobe and throw it away before it blinds someone now, :rolleyes1: and then we're good to go..."

"Ultralight with the drooping wings, confirm operations normal" came from the tower in a most businesslike voice, and Ahlow realised he was key-open, and was momentarily silenced.

 

Before he could speak the Tower called again "Are you being hijacked!?"

 

"Do you see any Arabs?" said Ahlow very provocatively for Wagga Wagga as he stared down the Tower Controller through his tobacco stained canopy.

 

"[blank Space] Off!" called the tower in what was generally known to local pilots as a Wagga farewell.

 

Wally was going to get it one day they all said, eventually a CASA man will come to toiwn, but they weren't holding their breath.

 

Ahlow gunned it down the strip and the Rotalux resonded with a puff of wind nearly as strong as the balmy breeze which had been blowing across from the meatworks.

 

He headed for the towering CB; he meant business with a capital P.

 

 

[Tomo]

... Prepare Phore Perpetual Problems Presenting Painful Positions Phore Pilot, Passenger Palike Pelled Publowplanner Phrough.......

 

 

[Captain]

... Prepare Phore Perpetual Problems Presenting Painful Positions Phore Pilot, Passenger Palike Pelled Publowplanner Phrough.......

...pathetic pursed lips, pompous planning, poor pee plumbing, a few polyps, and a plunger with ......

 

 

[turboplanner]

..a plum pudding

 

 

[turboplanner]

Turbo had thoughtlessly mentioned plum pudding because at the time there was the sickly sweet smell of cooking wafting across from The Wentworth (Five Stars, lollies free).

 

"What's that" he asked the Rat.

 

"It's a CAGRIS" the Rat responded with a knowing look.

 

"What's a CAGRIS?" asked Turbo

 

The Rat lifted the side of his lip to show the gold tooth and said "It's an old scottish dish. The Clan used to eat it before a battle".

 

 

[Tomo]

.. to which after eating... he was plum tuckered out...

 

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Gee's Turbo... one has to be quick!

 

 

[turboplanner]

....but FatFish (R: Tomo 2010) had now moved into the R's and was rrrriposting on another thread.

 

 

[Captain]

....but FatFish (R: Tomo 2010) had now moved into the R's and was rrrriposting on another thread.

......... and after Tomo's cruel description of the slartirrrrpost, have you seen today's SIGMET, where slartienglishteacher must have had some influence.

 

5000 OB, 7500 sct FUS, ICE SKATING in cloud

 

If only slarti was a .............

 

 

[Tomo]

.. Queenslander...

 

 

[turboplanner]

.. Queenslander...

...we could write a movie story "Lilo and Stitch in the Outback" and probably rival "Crocodile Dundee".

 

Can't you just see the sene - the Stars are driving through the red dust of western Queensland when across from the left zooms a Jabiru, pitching and rolling as the pilot does everything at once. The car turns a corner and there parked on a side road sits what looks like an orange tomcat.

 

 

[ahlocks]

...with Les Hiddins stealthily creeping toward it. :uhoh2: Knife and fork in hand.

 

"Shhh..." whispered Les. "Flying Bush Pussy... A bit chewy, :bitehard: but otherwise good tucker"...

 

 

[Captain]

...with Les Hiddins stealthily creeping toward it. :uhoh2: Knife and fork in hand. "Shhh..." whispered Les. "Flying Bush Pussy... A bit chewy, :bitehard: but otherwise good tucker"...

"... and the skins can be used as G-strings without tanning ..... see ..... like this one. There is a bloke in Bangsomewhereorother who specialises in making them, and you can have some plum pudding while he measures then fits you. That bloke hangs out with a woman with a big Urn and he has a ......................

 

 

[turboplanner]

....dog named Sue.

 

 

[DarkSarcasm]

....dog named Sue.

...who likes to chew...

 

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Still cracking up at the image of Slarti's cheetah being stalked by the Bush Tucker man

 

 

[turboplanner]

....Captain's Stew (breakfast orders close 5 minutes before you get to the desk)

 

 

[Tomo]

... making it a bit of a Cue....

 

 

[Tomo]

.. couldn't resist the Captains offer to celebrate the fact that......

 

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Hey Look at that! I happened to fluke being the 3000th poster !!!! Yehaaaaaaa :rilla:

 

 

[turboplanner]

Hey Look at that! I happened to fluke being the 3000th poster !!!! Yehaaaaaaa :rilla:

 

Yeah Right - Tomo, you crafty little fox, you caught us well and truly!

 

 

[turboplanner]

...If only Sue had remembered to set her alarm for first light, then she'd be able to have her early-bird-gets-the-worm Captains Stew, she had a 'ruff' night and woke up with her stomach controlling her every move, she felt like she could 'woof' the stew down, then return it for a refund, but instead after consuming 5 packets of Berocca and holding a sign with "3000th reply of the thread" she...

....could only "bark" when it burnt her tongue, followed by a run at breakneck speed and a quick "Obfuscate" (dog term) in the back yard,

 

 

[Tomo]

... 1 dog, 2 chooks, half a dozen rats, a goose, duck, and a few Mexicans.

 

No wonder......

 

 

[Captain]

... 1 dog, 2 chooks, half a dozen rats, a goose, duck, and a few Mexicans.

No wonder......

..... that group had the same combined dna as your typical Queenslander. After all, they ...............

 

 

[ahlocks]

... hadn't had much to do before the electricity arrived. :stirring pot:

 

"Thompson Jim Bob Scott!!" hollered his mum in disgust :yuk:. "You weren't paying attention again, were you.. :rolleyes1: I said to pluck the chickens for dinner!!!"...

 

 

[Captain]

... hadn't had much to do before the electricity arrived. :stirring pot:

"Thompson Jim Bob Scott!!" hollered his mum in disgust :yuk:. "You weren't paying attention again, were you.. :rolleyes1: I said to pluck the chickens for dinner!!!"...

 

.... as another busload of pale white Mexicans arrived.

 

"What ......... are .......... youze ......... doing ......... here ......... Ehe?" aksed Tomo the Border Guard.

 

"Where are the chairs and 5 year old magazines" replied a trendy from Toorak (just down the road from yea old Bangeholme.)

 

"What ............... do .................yez ..................mean ............ Ehe? quizzed Tomo.

 

"Well, this is God's Waiting Room isn't it?" asked the old Yuppy. "We've come up here to the home of mould, XXXX (the beer, not the edit of a rude word) and Ross River Fever so that we can ................

 

My Aunt said that whenever you run out of ideas, just kick a Banana-Bender and 90% of Skippies will be sympathetic and join in the feeding frenzy ............ in the garden ....................................ehe?

 

 

[turboplanner]

....stand out in torrential rain, kick Cane Toads, drive the narrowest roads in the world, spend our life savings on the Big Three at the coast, look at 90 year old women in mini skirts, get wet, spend more of our life savings on the sunshine coast in the rain, get wasjed away on the trip home, and get bitten by midges just as we find a rock out in the bay covered in oysters.

 

"I'd rather be sitting in a possum G string out in the Melbourne sunshine, said Turbo who'd been told the beer was branded XXXX, because nobody up there had been able to spell "Beer".