Number 27: Don't tell Princess Di Jokesindy_goJuly 4 2010, 17:42:10 UTC
27. Don’t tell Princess Di jokes in front of the paras (British Airborne).
With a put-upon sigh, Brad bent down to scoop Ray into a fireman's hold. "I can't believe I forgot how much of an imbecile you are."
"I know, right?" Except it sounded more like I doe, ride? due to what Brad suspected might be a broken nose. An elderly (and highly amused) gentleman had provided a snowy white handkerchief, which Ray had clamped over his face to staunch the bleeding. "I had to chase your sorry ass to England and remind you." He belched wetly.
Brad smacked him on the ass. "Aren't you sober yet? I swear to all the non-existent deities, Ray, if you puke right now I will leave you in the nearest dumpster with 'free to an abusive home' written on your forehead."
"Not gonna puke," Ray slurred. He shimmied a little. "Not til tomorrow, anyway. Hey, so why are your fruity Royal Marine buddies so fuckin sess- sens-- touchy? It was totally a compliment to their motherland, dude!"
"Ray, asking a bar full of British military personnel if any of them ever got to 'stick it' to the late 'Princess MILF' is one of the more suicidal things you've ever done."
"She was smokin hot, Brad! Legs for miles! And- um." Ray shifted. Belched again. "Hey Brad. I think I'm gonna--"
Re: Number 27: Don't tell Princess Di JokessequinedfairyJuly 4 2010, 23:44:53 UTC
oh my god, RAY RAY. only you. princess milf! HE IS MY FAVORITEEEEEEE. a compliment on their motherland, god, those english just have no proper sense of humor.
With a put-upon sigh, Brad bent down to scoop Ray into a fireman's hold. "I can't believe I forgot how much of an imbecile you are."
"I know, right?" Except it sounded more like I doe, ride? due to what Brad suspected might be a broken nose. An elderly (and highly amused) gentleman had provided a snowy white handkerchief, which Ray had clamped over his face to staunch the bleeding. "I had to chase your sorry ass to England and remind you." He belched wetly.
Brad smacked him on the ass. "Aren't you sober yet? I swear to all the non-existent deities, Ray, if you puke right now I will leave you in the nearest dumpster with 'free to an abusive home' written on your forehead."
"Not gonna puke," Ray slurred. He shimmied a little. "Not til tomorrow, anyway. Hey, so why are your fruity Royal Marine buddies so fuckin sess- sens-- touchy? It was totally a compliment to their motherland, dude!"
"Ray, asking a bar full of British military personnel if any of them ever got to 'stick it' to the late 'Princess MILF' is one of the more suicidal things you've ever done."
"She was smokin hot, Brad! Legs for miles! And- um." Ray shifted. Belched again. "Hey Brad. I think I'm gonna--"
Too late.
"RAY!"
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