Aug 29th 2010, 20:24:04
Mickster leader of SoL comes to do battle and to hammer SoF. He brings 4,000 troops with him. As he reaches the battlefield, suddenly on the crest of a hill there appears a solitary figure, a little lone SoF trooper.
"Hammer of the SoFers?" yells the lone SoFer. "Come up
here, ya SoL bums, and I`ll give you a hammering!"
Mickster turns to his commander and says, "Take 20 men and deal with that
SoF upstart!" The commander sends 20 men over the hill to kill the lone SOFer.
Ten minutes later, at the crest of the hill, the little lone SoFer appears and shouts. "You SoL bums!" he yells. "Come on the rest of you!! Come on, I`ll have you you honour bound hussy fluffs!!!"
Mickster by now is getting somewhat annoyed. He turns to his commander. "Take 100 men and kill that little guttersnipe!" The commander sends 100 men over the hill to do the job.
Ten minutes later, the lone SoFer reappears at the top of the hill again, his hair all sticking up, his shirt a bit torn. "YOU SOL SCUM!" he yells. "I`m just warming up!!! Come and get me!!!"
Mickster loses his patience. "Commander, take 500 men and personally WIPE HIM OFF THE FACE OF THE EARTH!" he yells. The commander gulps, but leads 400 men over the crest of the hill.
Ten minutes later, the little SoFer is back. His clothing is all torn, his face is covered in blood, snot and grime, and he yells, "Is that the best you can do???? You`re bloody WIMMIN!!!! Come on, come and have a go ya bunch of Jessies!!!"
Mickster turns to his second in command. "Take 1000 men over that hill and don`t come back till you`ve killed him!" he commands. The second in command gathers the men and they ride off over the hill to their fate.
Five minutes later, one of the SoL troops appears back at the top of
the hill. He`s covered in blood and his clothes are all torn.
"SIR!!" he yells. "It`s a trap!!! There`s TWO of them!!!"
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"Hammer of the SoFers?" yells the lone SoFer. "Come up
here, ya SoL bums, and I`ll give you a hammering!"
Mickster turns to his commander and says, "Take 20 men and deal with that
SoF upstart!" The commander sends 20 men over the hill to kill the lone SOFer.
Ten minutes later, at the crest of the hill, the little lone SoFer appears and shouts. "You SoL bums!" he yells. "Come on the rest of you!! Come on, I`ll have you you honour bound hussy fluffs!!!"
Mickster by now is getting somewhat annoyed. He turns to his commander. "Take 100 men and kill that little guttersnipe!" The commander sends 100 men over the hill to do the job.
Ten minutes later, the lone SoFer reappears at the top of the hill again, his hair all sticking up, his shirt a bit torn. "YOU SOL SCUM!" he yells. "I`m just warming up!!! Come and get me!!!"
Mickster loses his patience. "Commander, take 500 men and personally WIPE HIM OFF THE FACE OF THE EARTH!" he yells. The commander gulps, but leads 400 men over the crest of the hill.
Ten minutes later, the little SoFer is back. His clothing is all torn, his face is covered in blood, snot and grime, and he yells, "Is that the best you can do???? You`re bloody WIMMIN!!!! Come on, come and have a go ya bunch of Jessies!!!"
Mickster turns to his second in command. "Take 1000 men over that hill and don`t come back till you`ve killed him!" he commands. The second in command gathers the men and they ride off over the hill to their fate.
Five minutes later, one of the SoL troops appears back at the top of
the hill. He`s covered in blood and his clothes are all torn.
"SIR!!" he yells. "It`s a trap!!! There`s TWO of them!!!"
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