hysterically funny...what a bunch of flaming, erm...well you know
not suggesting they're not possessing a high level of skill--the steady hand(s) of
the shooter {probably the same guy each time--cynical me} is phenominal.
not sure how the other conditions, erm, replicate conditions conducive to war.
"STACK THE ENEMY QUICKLY...LIGHT THEM ON FIRE--QUICK QUICK...NOW
CALL WHATSISNAME OVER HERE...SMASH THEM ALL IN THE MIDDLE FROM THE TOP
...DAMN DAMN...THESE GUYS AREN'T BRITTLE AND THEY KEEP MOVING...OUCH...
STOP FIGHTING BACK...OUCH....STAY STILL"
nevertheless, i had only one romainian friend over the years and lets just say this
clip isn't helping
he used to tell me about the honey moon tradition of running through the streets
with the new wife's bloodied sheet--and the back up plan if it was discovered she
was a hussy (not a virgin), to kill a chicken and bleed it on the sheet so the tradition
would appear as normal and not raise, erm, eyebrows
i always tried to keep a straight face after that--imagining the 4 star hotel at the
admittance desk.
"
...sir is that a chicken?"
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...NO!"
"
i was being rhetorical sir, why is there a chicken in your shirt--it's picking the dandruff
from you hair line..."
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...OH...THAT chicken"
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...well?"
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...we're from the country--we don't use alarm clocks"
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...uhm, what's that over there?"
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...oh never mind"
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