someone post a picture of Nelson, quick!

your wish is my command:

ha-ha!

Well at least he crashed in Hebron - the news this AM said he was gonna land in Redneck Central - Stafford Springs.

and i was in the middle of finding the pic before i saw the comment ReaperCow

"Hempleman-Adams decided to land in northeastern Connecticut, because the autopilot mechanism on his balloon wasn't working right, his flight team in western England said."

This means the wind started blowing the other way.

doh!

Goddamnit, Harvey, there's Redcoats falling out of the sky! Go hide the state charter in a tree bole and dig out the muskets, and I'll go have Reverend Hooker roust out the minutemen.

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I used to bike out that way when I was in high school, and this would have freaked me out big time. It's raining morons!!

Kiss me Hardy!

Hempleman-Adams decided to land in northeastern Connecticut, because the autopilot mechanism on his balloon wasn't working right, his flight team in western England said.
You mean, the wind?

ok, i give up, Doubletap wins.

His flight team comprised of:

Vivian Smith-Smyth-Smith: He has an O-level in chemo-hygiene.
Simon Zinc-Trumpet-Harris: He's married to a very attractive table lamp.
Nigel Incubator-Jones: His best friend is a tree, and in his spare time he's a stockbroker.
Gervaise Brook-Hamster: He is in the gaurds and his father uses him as a wastepaper basket.
Oliver St. John-Mollusc

Doubletap:"Thank God I have done my duty (by crashing into a chestnut tree in Northern CT)".

Bigpeeler, doubletap, I confess, I have no idea... who is that?

Johann Gambolputty de von Ausfern-schplenden-schlitter-crasscrenbon-fried-digger-dingle-dangle- dongle-dungle-
burstein-von-knacker-thrasher-apple-banger-horowitz- ticolensic-grander-knotty-spelltinkle-grandlich-
grumblemeyer- spelterwasser-kurstlich-himbleeisen-bahnwagen-gutenabend-bitte-ein- nurnburger-bratwustle-gernspurten-mitz-weimache-luber-hundsfut- gumberaber-
shonedanker-kalbsfleisch-mittler-aucher von Hautkopft of Ulm

GratefulDead: It's Horatio Nelson.

Doubletap:"I really do not see the tree"

ClothedSexualTouching knows it!

"The first solo voyage was completed in 1984 by another American, Joseph Kittinger."

Is that THE Joe Kittinger?

ClothedSexualTouching wins. Classic.

Ironbar owes me a keboard

I hope he did not lose his tooth.

see? the "y" key got busted

Well, I just learned all about Admiral Nelson, but the only thing I can find about a tree is "fig tree church". I am guessing it is related to his death at Cape Trafalgar? I am a USAian, so you can't expect me to know any history... ;)

"Hempleman-Adams decided to land in northeastern Connecticut, because the autopilot mechanism on his balloon wasn't working right, his flight team in western England said."

"Hempleman-Adams said he chose the open wicker basket because he wanted to 'recapture the golden age of balloonists and explorers.'"

With an auto-pilot computer. Yup, just like they did it in the Golden Age... Does anyone but me see the irony in those two statements?

GratefulDead: They are talking about Nelson because of ReaperCow's comment (the very first one). The "kiss me hardy" remark is what he said at Trafalgar when he was dying in order to insure that Hardy understood his last wishes. "I really do not see the tree" is a takeoff on a remark he made at Copenhagen when Admiral Parker ordered him (via a signal flag) to disengage. Holding the telescope up to his blind eye, he remarked "I really do not see the signal" and kept on fighting (he won).

-Fellow USAian

"Would you like to ride in my beautiful balloo-oon?"

He actual said "kismet hardy" referring to his fate at being mortally wounded.

But maybe he just wanted a quick snog before he popped of his mortal coil.

I went to Jr High School in Hebron Ct, it was such a hick-redneck part of backwoods Ct that I ran away to a catholilc boys school... at the catholic boys school they just didn't play "Deuling Banjos" before they tried to molest you....

Had he forgotten his Slimcea?

Thanks HughJass- I needed a good whack with the cluebat there....

Quick formula for hilarity = assclown + a hot-air baloon. Like, doh, isn't the failure rate for the trans-something flights like 99.9% or something.

I've been on a hot-air baloon. But we only went 400 ft. up and traveled a total of 18 miles. Lots of fun. Champagne and all that. But across the Atlantic? Not this girl.

I bet this wouldn't have happened if it was a Longaberger basket. (I can't believe I said that)...

But the real question is: WHO THE fark CARES?

Ironbar,
I know him. I just call him 'Hey Man' for short.

Purple_Jack:


Was this this the same as Slimcea?

what the smeg!

Hmm, an article from SILive.com?
I live on Staten Island. Does the person who submitted this?