[kj] Remember Uncle Sven boys?

Karen Weil karen.weil at sddt.com
Fri Jul 31 15:13:51 EDT 2009


The Muppets are Navy Seals. ; )

k.w.
SoCal
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From: Stephen Lawrence
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Sent: Friday, July 31, 2009 12:10 PM
Subject: Re: [kj] Remember Uncle Sven boys?


shame on you talking about the marines like that lol


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From: karen.weil at sddt.com
To: gathering at misera.net
Date: Fri, 31 Jul 2009 11:42:36 -0700
Subject: Re: [kj] Remember Uncle Sven boys?


Oh, and don't forget: We're also financing a rogue band of paramilitary Muppets. ; )

Cheers,

Karen W.
----- Original Message -----
From: Stephen Lawrence
To: gathering at misera.net
Sent: Friday, July 31, 2009 11:41 AM
Subject: Re: [kj] Remember Uncle Sven boys?


so that's what u s tax dollars finances then
poor beatrix must be revolving in her grave [ what's left of her ]


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From: paulwady at hotmail.com
To: gathering at misera.net
Date: Fri, 31 Jul 2009 13:13:26 +0100
Subject: Re: [kj] Remember Uncle Sven boys?

Well...I was hacking these foreign military computers looking for UFO antigravity technology when...








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From: stephen.l at live.com
To: gathering at misera.net
Date: Fri, 31 Jul 2009 11:29:36 +0000
Subject: Re: [kj] Remember Uncle Sven boys?

where did you find THAT ?
it was a good laugh ...thanks paul


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From: paulwady at hotmail.com
To: gathering at misera.net
Date: Fri, 31 Jul 2009 11:28:10 +0100
Subject: [kj] Remember Uncle Sven boys?




AAAAh, those teenage years getting into rock n roll, and the adult world. The girls obcessed with beauty and boys bodies. The boys were intested in doing things to boys bodies too.

I recall a family ours knew whose son was a teenage (14 odd) connoisseur of Uncle Sven, a boys best friend in matters that fascinated us. I just Googled the sick bastard to find out what he was doing writing stuff like Legion of the damned and The bloody road to death (definitely not what you got in Jackie, eh Ladies?) and I found this story.

I could only think of one group of people to share it with...






Peter Rabbit Tank Killer

Once upon a time, there were four rabbits, Flopsy, Mopsy, Cottontail and Peter. They lived with their mother, Old Mrs. Rabbit, in a warren which looked -to the unaccustomed eye- rather like the lice infested trenches of World War I.

One day Peter's mother said "I am going to market to sell my mittens. You may play in the woods if you wish but, Peter, you and your naughty cousin Benjamin Bunny are not to antagonize Mr. McGregor nor blow up any Panzer tanks today", and with that, she left in a swish-swash-swish of rustling skirts.



But oh! That Peter was a naughty rabbit! No sooner had his mother left than he had dressed for combat and hopped down to the end of the lane to rendezvous with his cousin Benjamin. As the two young rabbits exchanged their fulsome greetings, they suddenly became aware of a mighty a-clinking and a-clanking coming up the road! Their little hearts a-flutter, they peered judiciously around the corner.

Why it was Mr. McGregor in a MkII Tiger tank with a transversable 88mm howitzer and two forward mounted 7.62mm machine guns!



"Be quick and fetch the Panzerfaust anti-tank gun from Tom Kitten!" whispered Benjamin. So Peter went lipperty-lipperty all the way to Tom Kitten's house.

"Quick!" Peter implored him. "Lend me your Panzerfaust, for Mr. McGregor has a Tiger tank and will surely blast us all into bloody shards of flesh, bone and sinewy pulp if we are not careful, if we are not most circumspect!"

Tom Kitten gave Peter his anti-tank gun willingly for Mr. McGregor had scolded him once. But by the time Peter had returned to his cousin, Mr. McGregor had driven up the road and opened fire on Jemima Puddleduck, killing her instantly.

"Thank goodness you were not the least tardy!" cried Benjamin, as the turret of Mr. McGregor's tank slowly turned towards the humble abode of Mrs. Tiggy-Winkle.

"Waste the fucker!"

Benjamin called out with the sensation of enjoyment. So Peter steadied the Bazooka on his shoulder and squinted one beady little rabbit eye down the sights.



Now, rabbits eat lots of carrots and every child knows that carrots do your eyesight a power of good, so of course Peter did not miss.

Whooomph! Ka-Woooommmbbbb! The AP shell from the Panzerfaust slammed square into the cowling of the Tiger's twin back Mayback HL 700hp engines, sending fuel cascading everywhere!



"Take that for putting my father in a pie, you four-eyed Scottish bastard!" exalted Peter and gave a little rabbity hop for joy.

But oh dear! Mr. McGregor was trapped in the hatch of his burning Panzer tank and he was a-hollering and a-screaming fit to burst!

"Kill me, please!" he requested of the rabbits. "For I am trapped and sorely afraid that I shall slowly burn to death from the legs upwards!"

Benjamin Bunny raised his Scmeisser and pumped a full magazine into the distressed Mr. McGregor's head, thereby solving the pretty little pickle they had found themselves in!

All of a sudden, another hatch opened who should fly out but Mr. McGregor's cat! Now Benjamin's father had no opinion whatsoever of cats, but Benjamin was shit-scared of them and would have most surely voided himself in his attire had not the cat been one huge ball of flame and surely demising.

When Mr. McGregor's cat rattled and lay still, the two little rabbits exchanged salutes and promised to meet again next Thursday and then hurried back to their respective domiciles.

Oh dear! Old Mrs. Rabbit was distraught in the extreme when she learned what her naughty son had been about.

"How many times have I told you about blowing up tanks!" she chided. "You are a naughty, wicked rabbit!"

Flopsy, Mopsy and Cottontail who had not assaulted any armored vehicles were rewarded with fresh lettuce and carrots and radishes, but Peter was sent to bed without any supper.

But then, who wants to eat that rabbit food shit anyway?

The End





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Most are isolated and ignored

Think. Act. Transform Lives.

www.think-differently.org.uk





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