Wednesday, 2 September 2015
War Stories With Old Knudsen
I don't like to talk about the war, mostly because unless you've felt the fear and the adrenaline of losing bladder control during a firefight with Nazi cyborgs from the future you won't have a clue what I'm talking about .... that and the fact I tend to get me wars mixed up, ach so many good times and drunken blackouts.
Old Knudsen once captured one of those Napoleon French Imperial Eagle thingys when he served in the 105th Foot and Mouth Regiment in 1815 which means it was just after dinner for you civvies who can't tell the 25 hour clock time.
The English Major in charge was well chuffed and thought he was taking it for the regimental museum or something so I says, "away an fuck ya Sassenach cunt" .... according to eye witnesses that is as I was so blootered that day I don't even remember killing yon 38 men with my belt bucket to get the eagle, I doubt the account is true as I'd never use a racial slur like Sassenach to some English cunt.
I woke 8 days later in a French hoor hoose with just the beak and the wing tip left of the eagle. I used the tip to pay for some wine and a fat syphilitic hoor who was most grateful if you know what I mean. That is why there is a gold eagle beak in the 105th museum at the Catterick Garrison in North Yorkshire in case you were wondering.
In 1945 I found myself in France again. I had come over in a HORSA glider with 24 other men of the 47th Surplus Brigade. Once the glider was detached from the plane the only thing you could hear was the rushing of air and the squeaking of farts .... it wasn't me I swear, ok It may have been a little. That silence was broken with explosive flak, well they shouldn't have served curry before the op. We landed in a field and rushed out to secure our position. It was a warm spring moonless night, I scanned the horizon for landmarks and pulled a tarp over my head to shine a light on my map .... fuck it smelled like rotten curried eggs in there and I didn't get a fucken medal for doing it either.
We had to take the Belgium town of Bremon as it overlooked the main river crossings and from what I hear had some very nice Gothic architecture, well it did have the year before now the only architecture that was left was Emo and that sucks dead donkey balls.
After giving up on the map reading I asked the Sergeant which way to go. We met up with C and D company but A company's glider had been destroyed by anti-aircraft fire and now we were a company short, we would have to put a lot more effort in if we wanted to fill the A hole.... So we had a cup of tea and thought about it a little.
We advanced on Bremon along the hedge rows in staggered formation, the main reason for the staggering was that I insisted the men drink the case of celebratory brandy I had brought for when we won cos you don't want to have to carry all those bottles into battle, they might get broken.
When the anti-aircraft guns stopped firing nearby we could hear the Germans talking, "I keel alz die Englisch schweinehund" we were made up from the fodder regiments and were mostly Scottish, Irish, Welsh and a few Poles and even one Lapp ... dancer from Lapland, his name was Sami, amazingly hypnotic hips. We took being called pig dogs no problem but English???? Thems fightin werds.
We set up the Bren machine guns to give us covering fire as we drunkenly charged forward firing our Sten guns with scant regard for health and safety. The Germans that survived our initial onslaught hurriedly surrendered.
We didn't have enough men to be able to hold a large amount of prisoners (my troops kept running in front of me gun, they should have known better) without fear of a rear attack so we did the unthinkable, something I ain't too proud of, we said fuck the Geneva convention and dressed them like pretty French ladies and married them in rushed ceremonies, now they were our wives instead of enemy combatants, one young lad swore that one day he'd be Pope and he'd take his revenge out on our children ... German dirty talk is weird.
We pressed on as dawn was approaching and we had started to sober up, any Krauts left Bremon rather fast and surrendered to the advancing Russians when they heard all the honeymoon action. I killed 24 men on that horrible night but on the bright side 3 of them were the enemy ..... but I don't want to talk about it.
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Labels: dirty germans, Germans, pole-dancing, Sassenach, War, WWII
Wednesday, 29 October 2014
Around The World In 80 Layover Flights
A young man getting a rifle to hunt coons with.
A young Australian couple.
Room for one more on top ..... that's what she said.
India is a cuntry with too many people who like China all look like each other. A growing economy they take all the call center jobs just to annoy you, "I'm having a hard time with my computer and I can't understand a thing you are saying" they eat with their hands and bathe in dirty rivers. When they aren't eating curry and doing strange Bollywood dancing they are raping each other.
They are currently upgrading their Soviet era weapons by spending $250 billion on new shit like Spike fire and forget anti-tank missiles from Israel. Fire and forget means you lock onto a target before firing so you can go make yer dinner or rape someone while the missile is doing it's thing.
North Korea does not have an immigration problem, the world should learn from them.
Ireland is full of drunk child molesters (the clergy) and knackers ( the Irish Traveling community) when the people of Ireland aren't getting drunk they are fighting, stealing or eating potatoes and they are loved all over the world for this. Leprechauns and "The little people" are an Irish invention to cover up child abuse that went on in the woods. If you dig anywhere in Ireland you'll either find a mass grave of children or someone the IRA killed (er disappeared) and hid.
UK is England along with the inferior slave races the Welsh, Scots and the Irish (according to the English) they see no difference between Ireland and Northern Ireland and think the Welsh and the Scots should be grateful to be a part of the UK. The British people spend their time drinking either tea or alcohol and moaning about everything. Even with nice dry mild winters due climate change they still complain about the weather.
The British hate everyone including themselves and only want to be more like the Americans out of some strange self-loathing spite. British weemen wear too much make up and cleavage showing clothing so you can tell them from the men who are mostly all secretly ghey and have impotent rage issues because of it.
The British hate immigrants and blame all their problems on them, "can't get an erection, BLOODY IMMIGRANTS!"
Germany is a cuntry that went from being the victim (losing two world wars that they started, poor things) to being the victor as one of the most successful and wealthy cuntries in Europe. They are a strange people with a god awful language which always sounds angry, even saying 'I love you' in German is enough to make a tough guy flinch.
The Germans know they did a lot of bad shit in the past but are trying to walk the line and behave, like a castrated pedo living near a school. You get the impression that the Germans are just going to flip at any moment and become evil again.
All German weemen have a facial hair problem due to the fact that Germans in the 1930's and 40's drank testosterone to become superhuman, only Russian weemen are more manly than German chicks.
Germans hate immigrants .... and everyone else.
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Labels: British values, crazy Russians, dirty frenchies, dirty germans, the immigrrant menace
Friday, 9 October 2009
Love To Love Ya Baby
A poll of 15,000 dirty weemen found that Germans are considered "too smelly and liked to force their way into places they had no right to go".
English lovers came second because they are so lazy which explains why all the main roads in England are built by the Irish, while men from Sweden were branded "too quick to finish" and came third or rather first.
Spanish men topped the table as the best lovers, followed by Brazilians and Italians. Having cum from large families they gain much of their experience from their siblings.
The poll, carried out by a global research site asked sluttish weemen who get around a fair bit from 20 countries to rate nations on their ability in bed and give reasons for their answers.
Germans were deemed to have bad body odour, Englishmen were accused of letting women do all the work, whilst Swedes were a bit too quick to finish.
Men from Holland were "too rough" especially with their fingers and dykes and Americans were accused of being "too dominating" as having seen too much porn they like to direct in the bedroom.
Greek men were said to be a bit too soppy....................... ghey!
Other countries who didn't fare well in the poll were Scotland (too loud), Turkey (too sweaty) and Wales (too selfish).
Russian men crept in at tenth place amid accusations they are too hairy and drunk for the average woman also their judicial system was corrupt having only 2 of the 15 big murder cases over the years solved.
A spokesperson added: ''These results are an eye-opener for thousands of men around the world and female travellers might judge potential new lovers by looking at these results.'' Old Knudsen certainly will.
WORLD'S WORST LOVERS:
1. Germany (too smelly)
2. England (too lazy)
3. Sweden (too quick)
4. Holland (too rough)
5. America (too dominating)
6. Greece (too lovey-dovey)
7. Wales (too selfish)
8. Scotland (too loud)
9. Turkey (too sweaty)
10. Russia (too hairy)
WORLD'S BEST LOVERS
1. Spain
2. Brazil
3. Italy
4. France
5. Ireland
6. South Africa
7. Australia
8. New Zealand
9. Denmark
10. Canada
To defend my beautiful Scotland which I don't really think I have to as I wasn't polled, what is wrong with being loud? Old Knudsen may like to rip off the odd fart as he pumps away but ya can hardly hear them over the sound of ' My sweet Killamory.'
"The old cock crows with a joy to be alive in the land where the sweet heather thrives.
Oh my lass thought it nice when I slipped it in twice on the shores of the Killamory."
Old Knudsen has only made it through all 12 verses once and just got into Scotland the brave before he yelled FFFFRRREEEEDDDOOOMMMM! ask yer Ma.
I see that as having colour and making it a more Scottish experience I mean whatever Spain,Brazil,Italy,France all fuck with their mouths and fight wae their feet. Is Ireland a real cuntry? South Africa yeah right they forgot to add they throw a tire around yer neck after and burn ya alive, Australia is famous for its men and their considerate ways towards weemen and is New Zealand not the same place? Denmark should have done better and my Knudsen blood curdles in disgust and Canada? Everyone knows Canadians are so boring that they fall asleep during sex but hey they are very polite with the wipes. There is only one Canadian that makes the grade and I suspect he may have some Scottish in him.

Old Knudsen never has any luck with the dolphins but Donn can charm anything with or without a heartbeat.
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Monday, 1 December 2008
Weemen Are For Poofs
Do you honestly think I sit around going "oh what am I going to post? I don't have a clue, how can I make people like me and get lots of readers?" well I don't cos I'm on the edge ya see.
I had a full and busy weekend cos on the edge yer out there doing it fer real, this ain't no TV show where you get loads of takes to get it right and this ain't no reality show with set up scenarios. I could be taking a dump and I'll get the buzz on me implant giving me orders, sometimes its confusing as God often talks to me or the heads in my fridge, mention the heads to the police and I'll deny everything and have you killed there is room on the top shelf.
Wasn't it a beautiful sunset tonight?I joined this biker gang called the Rough Riders, their motto is "Weeman are for poofs" cos they are too tough to hang about with gurls. I've been through a lot in my life but maybe I'm getting too old but either I wasn't hard enough for these guys or hardness has gotten harder and more firm, my BMX could not keep up with their motorbikes so I had to drop out. I didn't get a refund on my membership nor the DNA samples they took from my member, their vetting procedures were very thorough and all done from a hole in the wall.
Well I believe I've been hung out to dry, the same thing happened to Bond. They declassified him and as soon as he walked into any Indian casino the bad guy stroking the pussy knew who he was. Not very good for a spy. By showing this card I can get discounts in hardware stores and in KFC on Wednesdays.I went on a mission to Mars. Yes I know it takes years to get there but when yer huffing Methylated spirits you can take a short cut. I know meth kills but so does having a crap just ask Elvis about that. Yes we found a face on Mars, some say its signs of a former civilisation and others have dismissed it as a trick of the light. I don't know I can't really see anything, like those magic eye pictures I never got them either. We did find water on Mars, well after we dumped out our toilet reservoirs maybe something will evolve from it or from the parasites in my shit.
The male ego mixed in with German pride many people have speculated why the Germans always lose at war, well on one hand you have Ed Harris commanding tank units in the desert and on the other you have Old Knudsen................ Ka-Chow!
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Sunday, 22 April 2007
Don't Mention The War.
So the most perverted people in the world the Germans did a search for 'bestiality' and found my blog which unless you count my 7th wife (god rest her soul) has nothing to do with bestiality so in yer face ya dirty sick Nazis, and to further annoy and best the Germans they clicked out on my Tits and Ass Blog, so if you're counting its Britain 3 Germany nil .
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