Thursday, October 1, 2015

When Nazis with knees like coffee... we ban coffee, and knees for that matter? Have they ruined the fun for everyone? When the bad guys like something does that mean we have to stop liking it by default? This lot appear harmless enough. But I imagine their intent is quite the opposite. Yet appearances can be deceiving - despite their insistence of having their lattes from some up market hipster sourced handleless mug.

Makes you think twice about the things you enjoy. 

Wednesday, September 30, 2015

Just like a musical!

So lyrical! You can't just say these words you have to sing them.
You must. You must. 
It's a song about a truck.
A truck.
A truck.
A song about a truck.
Is there time to sing?
Is there time to sing?
No no no.
Is there time to sing!
No no no no no!

Monday, September 28, 2015

Beware little planes.

Those things sure are pesky. Scootin' around with their crescendos of powerful motor. Flying here, flying there, flying anywhere they like. Good grief where will they fly next? They also have that annoying savage clatter. Clatter clatter clatter. Life is bad enough at times but who needs be reminded of punctuated guns"?

If only one of them is that annoying - imagine what a whole lot of them would be like. Would they be called a gaggle? A brace? A swarm? A hive? A squadronette? Note to self; must use crescendo in conversation at least twice today. 

Saturday, September 5, 2015

Is advice under duress acceptable?

I understand that advice given under duress may not be seen as legally binding.  I trust whoever this fellow is advising has a lawyer (good or bad) handy to see if they should act on this advice. Also it would be worthwhile to understand if proper procedures have been put in place and are being followed. There could be a potential claim given the hasty decision making.

Tuesday, September 1, 2015

Down came the troopers one, two, three.

We want that jolly jumbuck what you've got in your tuckerbag. Sometimes words just look plain silly when you write them down. Of course a loss of context doesn't really help. But there are three them. And they're like troopers. They are mounted in a sense. And they certainly are after something. There's also no doubt that they would look to employ excessive force to get what they want. Even though it wouldn't be a ram, joyful or not. all makes sense if you allow it.

Sunday, August 30, 2015

No time to panic, I gotta weave.

Stress does strange things to a man. In the dark confines of a hot turret, all chaps pressed together, panic is always a possibility. What does one do? How does one act? Is it time to shout? Or do you stick close to your chums? If you're done for yet there isn't much else you can do.

Friday, August 28, 2015

Why do some men...

...insist on conducting mechanical repairs while shirtless? Such is life, however given the amount of oil and grease and sand (being in the desert) will no doubt lead to an element of considerable discomfort. 
This may be why Eastman is angry.

Thursday, August 27, 2015

Seatbelts are stupid.

Clearly seatbelts are a restraint to our natural freedoms. Thank the heavens that the three at left had the good fortune to be flung from the wayward vehicle. Don't worry they'll be OK. Free from the tyranny of the nanny state they are now free to fight the real enemy. 

Sunday, August 23, 2015

Work work work!

When will it ever end? It's not like burning ships are in short supply. The career officer at school said there was no future in piloting burning ships. My parents said the same. But here I am. This is my job.

Friday, August 21, 2015

If I were the captain of a ship...

...this would be so me! Browbeating the scum one moment and then saving my own neck the next. When it's time to get out of here let me lead the way.
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