i hit the front in my brand new sopwith camel. i was told it was superior to the germans aircraft, although the wing struts looked suspiciously like toothpicks. the propeller looked like a big tree branch.
the covering looked suspiciously like my sisters skirts, and my neighbors panties. this was a bad sign. what happened to them/? who the hell stole their stuff, and glued them onto this frightening machine they called an aeroplane?
i brushed that all aside, and climbed in, looking for the starter button. dam.....none. i called one of the linemen to hand prop my aeroplane. he refused to make eye contact. could he be the one that stole the clothes that now covered my aeroplane? i made a note to interogate him upon my victorious return.
he props the engine, and it feels like there's a dam spinning top up there. who the hell designed this aeroplane for us? anthony fokker himself??
after multiple attempts, i get her off the ground, and am scared. she wants to go left all the time.
buzzing along at a fine altitude of 700 ft, i spot a d7 up around 1,500 ft. i am not worried, as i am told my sopwith is superior. i note a dr1 in the distance. no problem. with my sisters and neighbors clothing flying with me, i shall herd these germans like sheep, and return home victorious.


now we're making progress. i got those german luftwienies surrounded.
stop wiggling around you silly germanz!!

i managed to control the d7, but that dr1...he is a bad bad german. he keeps wiggling and flipping over....

aha!! d7 about to be cut to ribbons by my mighty browning .303's!!(seriously, i'd be better off throwing spitballs at him)

dagnabit!! how did that luftwienie get back there??? get out front you!! stop shooting at me!! who;'s gonnaa explain the holes in my sisters clothes??

good german. now stop pointing those things at me please.

now ya gone and dun it.....my sis's clothes are RUINED!!


aaawwww maannnn........my sister and my neighbor are gonna open a can o whoopass on you for that you german pile-it you!!

and seeing as i didn't want to face those whose clothing had put my sopwith in the air.....i sang as i submerged.
we all live in a yellow subamrine, a yellow submar.........CRASH!! dam.....wrong blender!!
