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Michael O'Leary · « **Reply #1 on:** May 04, 2009, 14:40:22 »

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Since the others aren't holding swords, and there are differing shoulder decorations, I suspect this is could well be a correct drill movement by an division or platoon level commander on parade. Without seeing the entire file of soldiers, simply assuming he's wrong could be incorrect.

PMedMoe · « **Reply #2 on:** May 04, 2009, 17:43:36 »

JBoyd · « **Reply #3 on:** May 04, 2009, 18:32:34 »

Big Beef · « **Reply #4 on:** May 04, 2009, 18:39:42 »

ncs_eng 081 · « **Reply #5 on:** May 04, 2009, 19:56:42 »

JBoyd · « **Reply #6 on:** May 14, 2009, 14:50:48 »

ENGINEERS WIFE · « **Reply #7 on:** May 14, 2009, 17:12:27 »

ENGINEERS WIFE · « **Reply #8 on:** May 14, 2009, 17:18:25 »

JBoyd · « **Reply #9 on:** May 15, 2009, 15:15:41 »

couldn't help but laugh at this

PMedMoe · « **Reply #10 on:** May 21, 2009, 20:59:36 »

VIChris · « **Reply #11 on:** May 21, 2009, 21:20:28 »

Holy Smokes! Fiddle Vader plays in downtown Victoria in the summer. I used to shoo the ******* away from Roger's Chocolates when I worked there during Uni. He was SOOOO bad he'd actually scare our clients away.

On with the jokes.

After a brewery convention one night, three brew masters are out for the evening. They get to a bar, and the Coors guy orders a cool, refreshing Coors. The Corona guy orders a chilled Corona, with a nice fresh slice of lime to set it off. The Molson rep orders a Coke.

Confused, the Coors rep asks him, "What gives?"
"Well," says the Molson rep, "if you guys aren't having beer, then neither am I."

CEEBEE501 · « **Reply #12 on:** May 23, 2009, 02:25:50 »

VIChris · « **Reply #13 on:** May 26, 2009, 16:42:49 »

PMedMoe · « **Reply #14 on:** June 06, 2009, 16:45:10 »

CEEBEE501 · « **Reply #15 on:** June 06, 2009, 17:26:34 »

haha Saw this on Fmylife.com today:

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Today I discovered after 13 weeks in BMQ I'm not going to be able to go home until january, FML

the 48th regulator · « **Reply #16 on:** June 06, 2009, 17:33:14 »

Always remain the rebel, no matter what!!

dileas

tess

PMedMoe · « **Reply #17 on:** June 09, 2009, 17:15:54 »

PMedMoe · « **Reply #18 on:** June 09, 2009, 17:41:04 »

Couldn't believe this one. It could go in the dumbest thing thread.

PMedMoe · « **Reply #19 on:** June 21, 2009, 10:33:53 »

PMedMoe · « **Reply #20 on:** June 23, 2009, 18:19:26 »

PMedMoe · « **Reply #21 on:** July 11, 2009, 15:11:58 »

VIChris · « **Reply #22 on:** July 12, 2009, 17:23:52 »

A Scottish Solder in full dress uniform marches into a chemists.
Very carefully he opens his sporran and pulls out a neatly folded cotton bandana, unfolds it to reveal a smaller silk square handkerchief, which he also unfolds - to reveal a condom.
The condom has a number of patches on it.
The chemist holds it up and eyes it critically.
“How much to repair it?” the Scot asks the chemist.
“Six pence,” says the chemist.
“How much for a new one?”
“Ten pence,”says the chemist.
The Scot painstakingly folds the condom into the silk square handkerchief and the cotton bandana, replaces it carefully in his sporran and marches out of the door, shoulders back and kilt swinging.
A moment or two later the chemist hears a great shout go up outside, followed by an even greater shout.
The Scottish soldier marches back into the chemists and addresses the proprietor, this time with a grin on his face.
“The regiment has taken a vote,” he says.
“We’ll have a new one.”

PMedMoe · « **Reply #23 on:** July 14, 2009, 17:57:08 »

BYT Driver · « **Reply #24 on:** July 14, 2009, 21:37:03 »

Quote from: VIChris on July 12, 2009, 17:23:52

A Scottish Solder in full dress uniform marches into a chemists.
Very carefully he opens his sporran and pulls out a neatly folded cotton bandana, unfolds it to reveal a smaller silk square handkerchief, which he also unfolds - to reveal a condom.
The condom has a number of patches on it.
The chemist holds it up and eyes it critically.
“How much to repair it?” the Scot asks the chemist.
“Six pence,” says the chemist.
“How much for a new one?”
“Ten pence,”says the chemist.
The Scot painstakingly folds the condom into the silk square handkerchief and the cotton bandana, replaces it carefully in his sporran and marches out of the door, shoulders back and kilt swinging.
A moment or two later the chemist hears a great shout go up outside, followed by an even greater shout.
The Scottish soldier marches back into the chemists and addresses the proprietor, this time with a grin on his face.
“The regiment has taken a vote,” he says.
“We’ll have a new one.”

A Proper Scot would just have it repairrred...

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