Merry Christmas!
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Bullet Remington
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- Mar 9, 2003
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Calender?? What calender?? Was it free? Did I get one? Do I need one??
Jeez, I must be gettin older! I need calender to remind me??
Dang it all! I don't even remember going over the hill! When? Where? Anybody see that hill? How far way? How high??
Sorry ...... The Missus took me down to the tattoo parlour today and the effects from the needle and Indian ink haven't worn off yet! She had "Classic" tattooed on my butt. Someting about the ride like a Cadillac. Takes a while to get up to speed, kinda wallows through the turns and the ride is over just as she's getting used to it!
Wonder what she means by that??
For 407D:
Finally got hold of Mick Jagger and the Lads last night, they're going to do a remake of their old "Get of My Cloud" song, for ya.
Gonna be called, " Hey, McCloud, Get off a my ewe".
I'm getting worst than Santa! Last year I had to go over to the Mailman's house to get me gifts! You'd think that Santa would know better!! Man. I hope I have a better X-mas this time. Then again, he was probbly a little miffed at me for the little kafluffle the year before. It really wasn't my fault! I woke up at 4 AM, went down stairs without my glasses on or contacts in, found this Little fat, sweaty man with his head stuck in the fridge drinkin milk from the container! As soon as I stepped off the last stair and hit the floor, I stepped in slush, soot and (what I learned later to be reindeer manure) - Man I just lost it!!
Have agreat one boys and girls, work hard, play harder, and be safe in both!
Jeez, I must be gettin older! I need calender to remind me??
Dang it all! I don't even remember going over the hill! When? Where? Anybody see that hill? How far way? How high??
Sorry ...... The Missus took me down to the tattoo parlour today and the effects from the needle and Indian ink haven't worn off yet! She had "Classic" tattooed on my butt. Someting about the ride like a Cadillac. Takes a while to get up to speed, kinda wallows through the turns and the ride is over just as she's getting used to it!
Wonder what she means by that??
For 407D:
Finally got hold of Mick Jagger and the Lads last night, they're going to do a remake of their old "Get of My Cloud" song, for ya.
Gonna be called, " Hey, McCloud, Get off a my ewe".
I'm getting worst than Santa! Last year I had to go over to the Mailman's house to get me gifts! You'd think that Santa would know better!! Man. I hope I have a better X-mas this time. Then again, he was probbly a little miffed at me for the little kafluffle the year before. It really wasn't my fault! I woke up at 4 AM, went down stairs without my glasses on or contacts in, found this Little fat, sweaty man with his head stuck in the fridge drinkin milk from the container! As soon as I stepped off the last stair and hit the floor, I stepped in slush, soot and (what I learned later to be reindeer manure) - Man I just lost it!!
Have agreat one boys and girls, work hard, play harder, and be safe in both!
twinstar_ca
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- Mar 10, 2003
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dang, i gotta try and keep up with biggles now!!! 
ok, here goes...
it's christmas time for all us here, and time to joke of sheep,
we lay our heads down christmas eve, but find it tough to sleep.
instead of counting wooly bods, we think of the past year,
and all that we have all come through, with laughs and fun and tear.
a forum such as this can't hang, upon our christmas tree,
but it is a place we all come to, and feel a little free.
so let the star shine over all, give thanks whereever you can,
and thank the big guy that in in your sock, was not a little lamb!!!!
:blink: 
ok, here goes...it's christmas time for all us here, and time to joke of sheep,
we lay our heads down christmas eve, but find it tough to sleep.
instead of counting wooly bods, we think of the past year,
and all that we have all come through, with laughs and fun and tear.
a forum such as this can't hang, upon our christmas tree,
but it is a place we all come to, and feel a little free.
so let the star shine over all, give thanks whereever you can,
and thank the big guy that in in your sock, was not a little lamb!!!!
:blink: Charles W.
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- Mar 12, 2003
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Well once again it xmas, last year I got a shirt a pair of socks and a piece of tail and they were all two sizes to big. ( no it was not a sheep. )
So hope the rest of you do better this year.
Reverend Chas w.
So hope the rest of you do better this year.
Reverend Chas w.
407 Driver
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- Mar 10, 2003
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A Christmas limerick (???)
A Patagonian herder named Bruno
said, I'll tell you one thing I do know
women are fine
Llamas divine
but a sheep is numero uno...
Ok so it wasn't too christmassy, but anything to get a Calendar
Merry Christmas to all, Safe flying in 04
A Patagonian herder named Bruno
said, I'll tell you one thing I do know
women are fine
Llamas divine
but a sheep is numero uno...
Ok so it wasn't too christmassy, but anything to get a Calendar
Merry Christmas to all, Safe flying in 04
Puddle Jumper
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- Mar 23, 2003
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Merry Christmas to all and a happy new year. Keep the blue side up and the crap down.
May 2004 bring a safe and prosperous year for all.
May 2004 bring a safe and prosperous year for all.
walterheneghan
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- Oct 6, 2003
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Joyeux Noel et Bonne Annee a tous.
Happy Christmas to all and a safe holiday season.
May 2004 see a thriving new Helicopter Association....
Happy Christmas to all and a safe holiday season.
May 2004 see a thriving new Helicopter Association....
helicopper
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- Mar 17, 2003
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for all you folks that have first-hand experience that Santa is most definitely alive and well (and also for those of you who will find out soon enough!)...
T’was the night before Christmas and all through the hangar,
Not a soul was around…’cept some pilot from Bangor.
Scud-runnin’ the fog with a case of get-home-itus,
Hell-bent for the family, his motives were righteous.
That tower loomed out of the mist like a ghost,
The decision was easy... time to find a good host.
Landing at dark… cold & hungry… ten miles from town…
This shelter was an improvement on others he’s put down.
Using a credit card with numbers worn flat with abuse,
He popped the lock easily, and took off his boots.
The world he had entered brought a smile to his face,
With photos of “flying folk” all over that place.
Magazines by the dozens topped the worn coffee table,
Where newbies listened to the old salts compare flying fables.
The kitchen was next on his fifty-cent tour whirl,
Where photos of aircraft gave way to some girls.
Political correctness hadn’t made it’s mark here fast,
A lady’s obviously required… to add that needed touch of class.
The fridge door was opened… and with genuine surprise…
A brown bag with ham sandwich… and someone’s half-eaten fries!
He sparked up the “mike” and dinner was soon hot,
He wolfed it on down and said, “Thanks, a lot!”
Into the hangar he slipped and turned on the lights…
Where he was treated to another feast, this one for his eyes.
Yellow Stearman, bright red Pitts… and a Bell 47,
Complete with Lear45… he walked in to flyer’s heaven!
With benches and wrenches… adding fuel to the mix…
That near miss was forgotten… he’d needed this fix!
He wondered to himself as he beheld such a sight…
What Wilbur & Orville would say on this night?
With visions of sand dunes and short-legged hops,
He saluted two heroes… being from Kitty Hawk.
As he sat back on a couch (smelling cigarettes… and stale beer),
His eyelids near closed, “What’s that noise that I hear?”
The creaking was coming from far out on the tarmac,
The fuel sign rocking gently… with a lovely, clearing wind back!
Leaving a fiver behind for the dinner he had,
He fired up his ride and departed the pad.
As he circled the field and dialed in destination,
He looked fondly below on his place of salvation.
The next thing he knows… as he jumps up awake,
His daughter’s beside him and giving him a shake.
“Wake up Daddy… Santa’s been here, I heard him last night…
wake Mommy… it’s early… but I’m sure it’s alright”.
T’was the night before Christmas and all through the hangar,
Not a soul was around…’cept some pilot from Bangor.
Scud-runnin’ the fog with a case of get-home-itus,
Hell-bent for the family, his motives were righteous.
That tower loomed out of the mist like a ghost,
The decision was easy... time to find a good host.
Landing at dark… cold & hungry… ten miles from town…
This shelter was an improvement on others he’s put down.
Using a credit card with numbers worn flat with abuse,
He popped the lock easily, and took off his boots.
The world he had entered brought a smile to his face,
With photos of “flying folk” all over that place.
Magazines by the dozens topped the worn coffee table,
Where newbies listened to the old salts compare flying fables.
The kitchen was next on his fifty-cent tour whirl,
Where photos of aircraft gave way to some girls.
Political correctness hadn’t made it’s mark here fast,
A lady’s obviously required… to add that needed touch of class.
The fridge door was opened… and with genuine surprise…
A brown bag with ham sandwich… and someone’s half-eaten fries!
He sparked up the “mike” and dinner was soon hot,
He wolfed it on down and said, “Thanks, a lot!”
Into the hangar he slipped and turned on the lights…
Where he was treated to another feast, this one for his eyes.
Yellow Stearman, bright red Pitts… and a Bell 47,
Complete with Lear45… he walked in to flyer’s heaven!
With benches and wrenches… adding fuel to the mix…
That near miss was forgotten… he’d needed this fix!
He wondered to himself as he beheld such a sight…
What Wilbur & Orville would say on this night?
With visions of sand dunes and short-legged hops,
He saluted two heroes… being from Kitty Hawk.
As he sat back on a couch (smelling cigarettes… and stale beer),
His eyelids near closed, “What’s that noise that I hear?”
The creaking was coming from far out on the tarmac,
The fuel sign rocking gently… with a lovely, clearing wind back!
Leaving a fiver behind for the dinner he had,
He fired up his ride and departed the pad.
As he circled the field and dialed in destination,
He looked fondly below on his place of salvation.
The next thing he knows… as he jumps up awake,
His daughter’s beside him and giving him a shake.
“Wake up Daddy… Santa’s been here, I heard him last night…
wake Mommy… it’s early… but I’m sure it’s alright”.
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