bunner: More hijinks from The Part Of The World That's Just Screwed ©
MBooda: Any watermelon and malt liquor left?
johnsoninca: MBooda: Any watermelon and malt liquor left?So it's an African thing, not just an African American thing?
MutantMotherMouse: Why is it after reading the headline, all I can think of isLEEEERRRRROOOOY JEEEEEENKKIIIIINS/all right, let's do this
varmitydog: It used to be called Nyasaland.
Harry Freakstorm: This is my button stick!
Harry Freakstorm: Ah, the days at UK Security Men Academy. The early wakeups at 9 with naught but tea and a biscuit in bed and scarcely enough time to peruse the Daily mail before a strenuous day of training. As we waited for the tram that would drive us around the excersize field, we would do the following song:This is my button stick!This is my torch!This is for something but I'm not sure whatand this is for lighting my porch!After we've driven around the excersize field until we were all exhausted, we would report to desk training. It was drilled in to us be our relentless Drill Sergeant, Miss Purdy, that we were not allowed to leave one elevated foot crossed across the other too long less the lower leg would lose it's blood supply. So, to her command of "Left Foot Top!" we'd rotate the positions of our feet while leaning back in our chairs. Grilling. They had the old style wooden chairs. Not the ergonomic chairs of today. Kids. they have it so easy.After 7 grueling hours of training, we were assembled in the courtyard for graduation ceremonies. The Queen spoke at the commencement. He wore the finest gown and had plucked his chest hairs for the occasion. After that, it was back to the hut for our assignments. I wanted a field job. A place where maybe the air conditioning wasn't always on and where you had to stay at your post for at least 6 hours. But I got RumpleBottom on the Commons. It was a cushy assignment. Two hours on, three weeks off. During my first 3 w down, as we called it, I forgot where I worked and wound up at the help desk for Virgin Mobile. All I had to say was "Sorry you wanked your walkntalk, mate. I'm transferring you to our tech support in Former British Colony Outpost Number 7 in Afghanistan. Try to speak up over the bullets and whatnot, eh good chappy?"
varmitydog: Where in the hell is Malawi? (because I didn't know either)It used to be called Nyasaland. Way back when it was part of the British Central Africa Protectorate, it was where H.M Stanley shlepped through the wilderness to meet David Livingstone and asked him the question "Dr Livingstone, I presume?Whether or not fried chicken was served after that I don't know.
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