Hey everyone,
Just wanted to let you all know what happened this weekend. We had a party the other day and only a few people actually stayed. There were the Spitfire brothers, you know Mark 9 and Mark 5. They were pretty fun to play with. There was that guy La-7. Talk about a dweeb. You all thought I was bad? Sheesh. This guy is a dynamo! We were going to invite F4U-1C over, but that guy is so arrogant since he has been perked. What an ass. Ponyboy ran by the party, but nobody got to talk to him. He just kept on running like Forrest Gump.
You all need to talk to the 190's and 109's. They were just sitting around trying to join the party, but nobody wanted to play with them. Who would want to play with them? I mean, hell, their owners are always talking about how castrated they are. I don't know about you, but castratis scare the piss out of me. It is fun to listen to them whine about everything though.
I want to thank you all for the lovely words you have said about me over the years. You have really built up my self-esteem. You all call me easy-mode and uberplane. Brings a tear to my eye just thinking about it.
Those damn American planes were pretty lame. They kind of pissed everyone off. Very arrogant and only talked to themselves. They were very cliquey. Hell, they even split themselves into two groups. Blue ones on one side and shiney and green ones on the other. Go figure.
I'll tell you, though, the best guy at the party was Goon. Everyone loved to pick on him, but man, when they needed something, he was right there. Big time classic guy.
Man, I hope my cousin Frank shows up. His brother Tony misses him and I am gettin tired of the two Zekes. Those guys are lightweights! At least they are easy to beat off when we fight over Peggy. We all love her two large radials! Cha-Ching!
Anyways, gotta run. I see some lamer Italian I need to scare the piss out of.
Later dweebs!
-George
