Post by Sprague Dawley on Nov 23, 2019 16:18:48 GMT 9
Illustrated History Of Naval Finery.
"It's settled then. Five of our hats for your sailing ship."
"Top show, these hats. Dashed top show."
"You go stand on the island of savages and I'll see
if I can see your hat from here through this thing."
"I say, this note says "sideways hats were way more fun, you poncy dickhead."
"Captain, there's too much hat confusion here. This
could possibly be the beginning of a hat mutiny."
"FUZZED-OUT HAT MUTINY RIOT! WHAT THE
BLAZES? ARE THESE THE GRUNGE YEARS?"
"Lambchops conquered the hat mutiny. All is well. Set sail for the new world."
"This bearded hick has gone berserk with the lambchop look. Execute him."
"Boy, this note says you are to assume the position for five
years below decks aboard the HMS Rogerings. Chop, chop."
"It was the making of you, lad."
"This moustache will cloak the pain of the rogerings I took."
"I am old now yet I retain the moustache as a reminder of the
back-door renderings I took below decks of the HMS Rogerings."
"I say, this note says your father took one for the team
aboard the HMS Rogerings. Top hole, old chap."
"You Sir, shall wear the semen-stained garmentry of your
father and, like him, serve at Her Majesty's pleasure
for five firm years below decks of the HMS Rogerings."
"I say, is it just me or have these Wright Brothers brought with them the smell of semen?"
"I am sorry, good Sir, but I am not interested in the
homosexual race. I prefer my men with lambchops."
"It's settled then. Five of our hats for your sailing ship."
"Top show, these hats. Dashed top show."
"You go stand on the island of savages and I'll see
if I can see your hat from here through this thing."
"I say, this note says "sideways hats were way more fun, you poncy dickhead."
"Captain, there's too much hat confusion here. This
could possibly be the beginning of a hat mutiny."
"FUZZED-OUT HAT MUTINY RIOT! WHAT THE
BLAZES? ARE THESE THE GRUNGE YEARS?"
"Lambchops conquered the hat mutiny. All is well. Set sail for the new world."
"This bearded hick has gone berserk with the lambchop look. Execute him."
"Boy, this note says you are to assume the position for five
years below decks aboard the HMS Rogerings. Chop, chop."
"It was the making of you, lad."
"This moustache will cloak the pain of the rogerings I took."
"I am old now yet I retain the moustache as a reminder of the
back-door renderings I took below decks of the HMS Rogerings."
"I say, this note says your father took one for the team
aboard the HMS Rogerings. Top hole, old chap."
"You Sir, shall wear the semen-stained garmentry of your
father and, like him, serve at Her Majesty's pleasure
for five firm years below decks of the HMS Rogerings."
"I say, is it just me or have these Wright Brothers brought with them the smell of semen?"
"I am sorry, good Sir, but I am not interested in the
homosexual race. I prefer my men with lambchops."
"I say, this free sample says it will stain my white suit a bewitching
shade of beigey semen. It says it will get me all the chicks."
"That semen stink is really starting to get on my tits."
"What the fuck is that smell? Is it you or is it THAT guy?"
"Look, I know a perfectly good dry cleaner just off-base over here."
"I'm good thanks dickhead."