Warm out today
Warm yesterday
Even warmer today

Met her on my CB
Said her name was Mimi
Sounded like an angel come to earth(come to earth)

When I went to meet her
Man you shoulda seen her
Twice as tall as me three times the girth(girth)

Oh my fat baby loves to eat(loves to eat)
A big ol' buddha-belly and her breasts swing past her feet(feet)
My fat baby loves to eeeaaat
My big old fat ass baby loves to eat

I got blisters on me fingers!!

Stuie's banjo madness

Somebody apparently got confused about Flag Day.

"Don't ask, don't tell, just let me lead!"

They weren't called "Easy Company" for nothing.

I want you to ram your U-boat into my Lusitania.

I'll get another one
Prettier than you,
I'll get another one
Prettier than you,
I'll get another one
Prettier than you,
Skip to my Lou, my darlin'

"Is that an onion on your belt or are you just happy to see me?"

"Roy, I've got an idea for a musical group. It's a little ahead of its time, I'll warn ya. I'm thinking we should call it 'The Village Peple.' Now strum that mandolin, you magnificent bastard!"

Historians now believe that they have identified the origin of the code name for the tactical team known as "Rainbow Six."

I'll just pop into say that this photo is really a sign of how insane the moder sexualization of all moderately affectionate platonic same-gender friendships has been. The backlash against gays coming out has really undermined what used to constitute close friendships between men. In 1917 this would have just been guys- close friends from the look of it- goofing around.

/snark away
//blaming bigots, not gays
///was in serious cat mood

"Hell, we'll be in Berlin in no time and that will mean the end of war forever and the US can go back to keeping its nose out of European affairs."

1917: The signal corps believes it has a mole in its midst. With all previous attempts at communication assumed compromised, the Corps takes one last desperate measure to send orders down the line: Interpretive Dance.

/pictured: members of he 54th regiment (the Waltzing Ninnies) help coordinate artillery at Verdun

The troops were as giddy as schoolboys after learning that the June 21 supply caravan contained a more-than-ample shipment of grape jelly.

I don't know what they're saying, but I'd bet one of those two musicians is playing "Dueling Banjos".

A rare glimpse at the French Army engaged in combat training.

"Are you insane, Bob? Whaddaya mean, 'I hope these pictures don't wind up on some future website called Fark.com!'? "

never odd or even: I want you to ram your U-boat into my Lusitania.

I LOL'd

Shorpy's mandolin lessons paid off. Thanks ma.

Churchill2004

I'll just pop into say that this photo is really a sign of how insane the moder sexualization of all moderately affectionate platonic same-gender friendships has been. The backlash against gays coming out has really undermined what used to constitute close friendships between men. In 1917 this would have just been guys- close friends from the look of it- goofing around.



Perhaps in 1917. But the ancient Greeks, Romans and even samurai would disagree.

/thats a short list.

Throw out your hands. / Stick out your tush. / Hands on your hips, give 'em a push. / You'll be surprised; you're doing the French mistake.

The officers show the new recruits how to pitch a tent.

Charlie don't foxtrot.

"French soldiers celebrating America's victory over the Germans."

Why can't I disengage you?

primitive versions of the "superman that ho" dance

Seems the Army couldn't get the Snowball Dance quite right.

"sir your ring hurts"

"that's not my ring its my watch"

On the sixth Saturday, Corporal Smith finally began to wonder, "Where are the ladies? Every week, they tell me there will be ladies on Saturday."

"sir your ring hurts"

"well, if you weren't so rough last night..."

"NO NO NO, it's step step shuffle shuffle"

"NO NO NO, it's step step shuffle shuffle"

Now with voting! Yeah

Ted Striker: My orders came through. My squadron ships out tomorrow. We're bombing the storage depots at Daiquiri at 1800 hours. We're coming in from the north, below their radar.
Elaine Dickinson: When will you be back?
Ted Striker: I can't tell you that. It's classified.

or...

Captain Oveur: What is it, Doctor? What's going on?
Rumack: I'm not sure. I haven't seen anything like this since the Anita Bryant concert.


/no votey since these are quotes from one of the greatest comedies ever.
//And stop calling me Shirley.

It's not gay unless the pipes touch.

richlip: The officers show the new recruits how to pitch a tent.

I'm laffing with tears in danger of spilling over and I am at work. Halp!

I always get a chuckle out of folks saying that gays aren't suited for combat. Cause dudes like Alexander and Richard the First, and units like the Sacred Band and a good percentage of the British Royal Navy have just been pushovers in a fight, right?
/asked in a Canadian Military survey back about 1990 how we felt about serving alongside gays, told them I had no problem with it. For the first time a Senior NCO that was trying to fark me might actually buy me dinner and a movie first...

"One day this photo will come back and bite us in the ass."
"Kind of like what Johnson did to you last ni-"
"Shut up!"

"All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy"

J. W. Booth: Perhaps in 1917. But the ancient Greeks, Romans and even samurai would disagree

I know. I'm not saying the fact that we acknowledge gay people exist is bad. It's the resultant anti-gay backlash that's so homophobic it's inclined to see gayness in purely platonic relationships.

"There are no gays in pup-tents"

-Black Jack Pershing-

Don't ask, don't tell, but have a gosh darn good time.

/Swiped from somewhere, so no votey.
//Guess which ep...

"....can't keep 'em down on the farm,

after they've seen Paree"

/no votes
//is part of an old song

phunnypharm: "....can't How ya gonna keep 'em down on the farm,

after they've seen Paree"

/no votes
//is part of an old song

Farked up my own first Fark....gah

Why do you get the bigger instrument?
Hee, you know how bad i want to make a gay joke about that? Hows the dancing going?
Well, sergeant keeps sticking his gun into my leg...
Thats not a gun dumbass...its my penis...

I'm a Signal Corps Officer, and I smoke a pipe...so I'm kind of getting a kick out of these replies.

//Sad fact of Signal, our regimental color is orange because all the cool colors were taken

clgrin: 1917: The signal corps believes it has a mole in its midst. With all previous attempts at communication assumed compromised, the Corps takes one last desperate measure to send orders down the line: Interpretive Dance.

/pictured: members of he 54th regiment (the Waltzing Ninnies) help coordinate artillery at Verdun

As a decedent of Signal corps LtCol from 1917, I really got a kick out of that reply!

/Have a trunk with all his documents, 1918 battle map, orders, all sorts of stuff dating from spanish american war till the "bannana wars"

*kicks dirt around feet* damnit, they just had to be the signal corp.

\Signal corp, five years strong.
\\You can talk about us, but you can't talk without us

"Daphne your leading again"

\obscure for you young farkers

This Just In: "sir your ring hurts"

"that's not my ring its my watch"

This and your username...simply gold!