Flew one in Chechnya in '96. Me and Charlie 'Henry' Etteberger were seconded to a group of

Chechen guerrillas stationed in Gudermes. We were helping to maintain a small fleet of stolen Mi-8MTs, usually to do with the wheels.

One night me and Henry got so t**tspanked on a lethal cocktail of Blue Bag and Flat Chunks that Henry fell out, right over the side, over the village of Novokuli.

A hardened group of Hungarian singing f**kwits found him in 2003 living with a pony in a woman's barn just outside Argun. He was dressed in vestments and was surrounded by 65 panting shire horses.

Posted By: malkybarkid, May 2, 09:49:28