Ahhh Haaaaa!
The Flying Machine eh?
Yes my great great great great (and so on) grandfather was the dreaded Baron Von Meersweinchen, scourge of the skies. He had shot down so many British planes in the First World War that the Kaiser awarded him with a golden beer stein. Upon the stein engraved in delicate flowing scrollwork was his name. He didnt drink out of the stein (he only drank schnapps). He made it into a nest! He gathered straw and twigs and other things and carried them into the stein. It was as comfortable of a nest as any Guinea Pig could want.
He built his flying machine the same way he built that nest. Yes indeed!
He shot down over 90 enemy planes between 1916 -1917. He finally was shot down by some hotshot British pilot named Howlin Jim! A damned chinchilla! Well as he went down he rammed that chinchillas airship with his own flying machine and they both went spiraling down in the English Channel. There they died amid the icy waves. It was not the crash that killed them. No. They swam to each other and fought tooth and claw as they sunk into the depths. And still they lie at the bottom of the channel. Two skeletons with there bony claws at each others throats.
Seriously!
Ive seen them.
With my underwater deep sea machine!
The Flying Machine eh?
Yes my great great great great (and so on) grandfather was the dreaded Baron Von Meersweinchen, scourge of the skies. He had shot down so many British planes in the First World War that the Kaiser awarded him with a golden beer stein. Upon the stein engraved in delicate flowing scrollwork was his name. He didnt drink out of the stein (he only drank schnapps). He made it into a nest! He gathered straw and twigs and other things and carried them into the stein. It was as comfortable of a nest as any Guinea Pig could want.
He built his flying machine the same way he built that nest. Yes indeed!
He shot down over 90 enemy planes between 1916 -1917. He finally was shot down by some hotshot British pilot named Howlin Jim! A damned chinchilla! Well as he went down he rammed that chinchillas airship with his own flying machine and they both went spiraling down in the English Channel. There they died amid the icy waves. It was not the crash that killed them. No. They swam to each other and fought tooth and claw as they sunk into the depths. And still they lie at the bottom of the channel. Two skeletons with there bony claws at each others throats.
Seriously!
Ive seen them.
With my underwater deep sea machine!
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I mean, "Low Hat", of course, was the signature.
you should leave christmas island in your deep sea machine and come visit all us west coast island sgs.
as long as if howlin' jack comes there will be no stabbing.