New Food Fight Call

[Officer of Engineers]

Going moose hunting. The rest is up to you.

Oh, you're a bunch of wusses who don't know less than Pari does with sheep.

[Officer of Engineers]

Oh, and a Celine Dion "and I will always love youuuuuuueweeeuuuuu" on you puz!

[Deltacamelately]

Jhinga lala hooo.....)
Friends, now this is a real real free jungle where Dinos don't tread on us and Colonels don't chase us for their breakfast. Enjoy!!!:P

And hope that mysterious Maurian(Martian) also accompanies the Dino in his hunt for "mouses".

[Deltacamelately]

Shamus, Steve where are you buddy.
Don't waste time, I have little faith on that old hog's return timings, says days and might return in hours.)

[Parihaka]

I'm sorry but neither you nor the flatulent assemblage of randomly reanimated offal we laughingly call our members have the necessary mental acuities.


















heh.

[Deltacamelately]

Nabbed red handed.
Reanimated Offals.:P
Now this is not a real jungle. Heck this is not even NZ.)

[Shamus]

There once was a Kiwi named Pari,
His fondness for sheep was quite scary.

The poor old shepard he paid,
Five shillings to get laid.

The sheep they all cried,
One laid down and died.

As he dropped his red knickers,
And started to snicker..

The sheep,they did blubber,
Screaming,"God's sake man"
"Use a rubber!"

[Steezy]

Oi leave those poor mooses alone!

[Albany Rifles]

Going moose hunting.

Is that anything like the governor of South Carolina going for a hike on the Appalachain Tral?

Oh, Shamus...your ugly and your mother dresses you funny.

[dave lukins]

Oi leave those poor mooses alone!

Is that plural for scottish mice)

[Albany Rifles]

Is that plural for scottish mice)

No, that would be meeces.

[dave lukins]

Many, many years ago
when I was twenty-three,
I got married to a widow
who was a pretty as could be.

This widow had a grown-up daughter
who had hair of red.
My father fell in love with her,
and soon the two were wed.

This made my dad my son-in-law
and change my very life.
My daughter was my mother,
for she was my father's wife.

To complicate the matters worse,
although it brought me joy,
I soon became the father
of a bouncing baby boy.

My little baby then became
a brother-in-law to dad.
And so became by uncle,
though it made me very sad.

For if he was my uncle,
then that also made him brother
To the widow's grown up daughter who,
of course, was my step-mother

Father's wife then had a son,
who kept them on the run.
And he became my grandson,
for he was my daughter's son.

My wife is now my mother's mother
and it makes me blue,
Because, although she is my wife,
she's my grandma too.

If my wife is my grandmother,
then I am her grandchild
And every time I think of it,
it simply drives me wild.

For now I have become
the strangest case you ever saw,
As the husband of my grandmother,

,
,
,
,
,
,
,
,









I am my own grandpa!

[dave lukins]

No, that would be meeces.

I love those meeces to peeces)

[Albany Rifles]

Many, many years ago
when I was twenty-three,
I got married to a widow
who was a pretty as could be.

This widow had a grown-up daughter
who had hair of red.
My father fell in love with her,
and soon the two were wed.

This made my dad my son-in-law
and change my very life.
My daughter was my mother,
for she was my father's wife.

To complicate the matters worse,
although it brought me joy,
I soon became the father
of a bouncing baby boy.

My little baby then became
a brother-in-law to dad.
And so became by uncle,
though it made me very sad.

For if he was my uncle,
then that also made him brother
To the widow's grown up daughter who,
of course, was my step-mother

Father's wife then had a son,
who kept them on the run.
And he became my grandson,
for he was my daughter's son.

My wife is now my mother's mother
and it makes me blue,
Because, although she is my wife,
she's my grandma too.

If my wife is my grandmother,
then I am her grandchild
And every time I think of it,
it simply drives me wild.

For now I have become
the strangest case you ever saw,
As the husband of my grandmother,

,
,
,
,
,
,
,
,









I am my own grandpa!

I actually have that song on my IPod....done by the late, great Steve Goodman!

[YellowFever]

Ah......the geriatric wing of the WAB, trying to recapture their youth.

Hey, colonel, is it true that during the last food fight, while the evil kiwi was firing WMD's (Weapon of Mass Destruction) at anyone and everybody, you were relegated to building them (Warehouse of Many Defecations)?