On account of Christmas, we bring you....
From the Apostle Jedi...
For lo, did it come to pass, that many were they who yet again confirmeth their dweebishness in the Year of Our Bird 1997. And yea didst they flutter and headon and Boometh and Zoometh. And thus, in the fullness of time, didst the again maketh their annual pilgrimage.
And hoppeth they into their speedy Doras and slothful Hurricanes and Hapless Oscars and verily dust they hie unto the fabled Mecca of Christmas past; yes, flyeth they all in a great lemming-like swarm unto....the Mall.
And queue-eth up didst they for hours in endeth. And eateth they many corn dogs and rideth they upon carousels and buyeth they many sweater and ugly ties. But patient were they. For no mere Turbo-Man quest was this. Yea, verily wouldst they visit HIM. And ploppeth down upon lo his very lap wouldst they, and filleth his ears with their wishes, and yes, by force of will and the virtue of their many good deeds...er, by force of will alone, they wouldst changeth the very face of Warbirds.
And lo, didst they shoveth many small children from their path, and many were the soccer moms that were vanquished that day, and great was the conflagration wreaketh by the belching and cursing Dweebs of Flying Death as they scourged elf and tot alike, leaving a vile trail of candy canes and tiny mittens in their wake. And at last didst they reacheth the front of the line, and putteth they their most angelic smiles upon their unshaven faces. For here was the Deliverer of Promises. Yea, verily did the Great one at last turn his smiling visage upon the quivering dweebish masses. And lo didst he weareth a shining re leather A2 jacket, and fur lined and electric were his boots, and noticeth they a battered flying helmet beneath his chair. For though 2000 horsepower has he not, reindeer power has he plenty, and, like themselves, a pilot was he. They had reacheth Col. NICIlaus, North Pole Air Force.
Anl lo, it came to pass that the first to leapeth upon Santa's lap was the Runstang Dweeb. "Ah, young Mustang," sayeth Santa. Very good hath thou been. Little have thee complaineth, and flyeth thee always in thy historic manner. What shall a bringeth thee?" And the Dweeb didst reply. "Little do I wisheth Santa. Please, giveth back my true vertical stabilizer, for it doth now look silly." And Santa smileth and sayeth "Done! And as a bonus, I wilt give the also a realistic headrest as well, that thou may, er, resteth thy head more accurately."
And happy was the Runstang Dweeb. And it was good.
And yea, didst the Hellcat Dweeb jumpeth upon the lap of the Red One. "Greetings, Navy,"didst Santa call out. "Little of thee have I seen in yon arena, but acquitteth thee thyself well. What wilt thou havest this year?" "Oh, dear Santa," the Catsdweeb didst reply. "Canst thou not giveth me a true rearward view?" And at this didst the jolly cherub chuckle. "Hohoho. I cannot bringeth thee what thou already havest! Nonetheless, perhaps a rear view mirror or two?" "Oh, yes. Santa!" cryeth the Dweeb and lo didst a little tear rolleth down his pitiful cheeck. "In fact," sayeth the Rotund Aviator, "I shall bring realistic rear views to ALL Dweebs.!" And verily didst a great commotion arise from the Dweebs, and much crying and gnashing of teeth did ensue.
"No, no," calleth Santa. "No need to thanketh me. No trouble is it. My chief elf PYRO worketh upon this as we speaketh. My pleasure it is to do this for my favorite flying Dweebs!" And yea didst the Dora Dweebs waileth and the Hog Dweebs chuckle. And it was good.
Next...the requests of the Lightning and Buff Dweebs.
Amen.
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Hedu, JG26, Warbirds and beyond.
[This message has been edited by Hedu JG26 (edited 12-08-2000).]
