Flew one in the Falklands in '82, me and 'Bappy' Knockerson were seconded to a small team

of undercover Royal Marines, maintaining their fleet of Westland Gazelle AH.1s, mostly to do with the bad chairs. On night we got called up for a black op over Cape Dolphin.

Me and Bappy got so poxed off our cocks on a heady mix of Antwerp, resin and f**kpowder that Bappy fell out, right over the side, over Port San Carlos.

A disease-ridden Austrian c**t found him in 1998 living in a wooden box with a sea lion that had a Prince Albert. He was wearing an old waxed Barber coat, had stickers on his cock and was surrounded by 6 burnt horses.

Posted By: malkybarkid, Jun 19, 13:51:24