tobes can you shoot this **** first please?hes the thick **** giving away our position blowing smoke over the top
He’d have a hole in his tin helmet within minutes the useless ****. What happened to Sucky? He was frying off a kilo of bacon while puffing on a 5 skinner, then his noggin exploded.
I was never the best player , but I think I proved my campaigns were always built on the foundations of honesty
something tells me you might be massively underestimating the reason you'd be in this trench pal … something tells me you're in for quite a shock
You do realise this is a little bit light hearted right? I’m not going to do full blown psychoanalysis on a bunch of people I’ve never met. It’s not as though it’s ever gonna happen
The lads I’d have in the trenches with me Spurly : So we could blaze up a spliff and forget about the imminent carnage Tel : Good for spirit and camaraderie. Would probs go over the top humming the tune to mob deep shook ones. Joe : reckon this brother would pick up your severed limbs and carry them across the battlefield if there was a chance of saving you. Comm : might actually be useful as long as he hadn’t got 28 cans of pisswater in him. Tobes : Reckon he could argue a good case for the futility of war and we could all go to the pub instead Fosse : Would inspire the lads to go over the top rather than stay in the trench and be forced to endure the terrible jokes. Quesedaad and Milk : The random **** would make for an interesting last few moments before being shot to pieces.
Doesn’t matter mate. With that dream team the oppo will either be flummoxed into submission or they’ll just give up and go home if they hear one of Fosse’s jokes.
I think unleashing fosse jokes contravenes the Geneva convention mate. Be careful now. We need to win hearts and minds.