Discussion in 'Community' started by AAAAAH, Nov 19, 2012.
i have! been caught in the middle of a military "coo".
what about you? have you?
There was this Sargent that kept getting fresh with me over and over.
My baby nephew ain't got time to poop.
where was your "coo", enders?
Yeah, I was stuck in a military coo once. Oh, sure, at first it seemed like a good idea, but then the pidgeons started pooping. And then they just kept on pooping. Soon, you couldn't see for three feet the scenery was so covered in poop. And the poop kept coming.
I lost my best friend in that squab ****storm. And for what? A temporary revocation of the right to bear arms? I never had bear arms - I'm not an ursine.
ok so these pidgins you speak of, what military were they a part of? could you understand them when they talked?
Carrier pigeons most likely. Vicious aim. Taste pretty good.
Well, the ringleader was Croix de Guerre, so I presume they were French. As for the language, all I could gather was that they were big Simon and Garfunkel fans. They kept singing a lyric from Mrs. Robinson.
Is this some kind of euphemism for vagina?
I once was in a military coo
Led mostly by doves, but pigeons too
Big ones, little ones, fat and thin
Flying high, flying low, they were bound to win
Though the fight was brief, the battle scary
We would not have prevailed without the help of the canary
It's piercing screech made the cooing stop
And one by one, the doves heads did pop
When the pigeons saw this, they flew away
Never to be seen again...
you are a brilliant man, ramzies! now would you say that ringleader was a forager?
He was certainly keen on pecking around for any shreds of support he could find.
ah i see! he took those shreds and organized them into a braided chord!
As a perv, I would have to say no. I think?
Belgian Congo, 1964-65. I was part of a CIA affiliated team tasked with installing Mobutu as President of the Republic du Congo. All hell broke loose. I must have killed seven, maybe 8 men that day.
You never really forget days like that, Crem.
With your bare hands, I hope? Otherwise they don't count.
mine was in thailand. there was the coo that happened in feb. 1991, which was quick and bloodless. that military gubmint lasted for about another year and then there was revolt in the streets because the people lusted for democracy. that was what i was briefly caught up in, so i guess it wasn't the actual coo it was the reaction to the coo. anyway school had been let out and i was supposed to go straight home because it was dangerous and stuff but i hung around because i did not believe in the danger. i was hanging right around soi 15 off sukhumvit (my school was a little ways down the soi) and all of a sudden it started to get crazy. i didn't even realize how it started up all of a sudden there was gunfire and people getting shot. i saw one of the teachers from the elementary school run out of the grocery store across the street with bags in hand trying to get away. he was hit in the back and died shortly thereafter. i just ran the **** away from there as fast as i could, totally numb.
Wait, is this another euphemism for vagina? Guys, I'm confused again!
no. in democracy, as in life, the penis mightier.
Must deal a coup de grâce to this thread right now.
Of course bare hands! How else do you maintain a hard
Yeah, I'm not even going to touc...uh..bother with that. You pervs are trying to get me banned.
don't call me that. i am impervious.