http://www.idleriot.com/content/clips/144/LSD_Testing_on_British_Troops.html
Allvarliga saker men ändå lite kul....
Risk föreliggar att killarna låter såhär.
CAPTION: 'SOMEWHERE IN ENGLAND, 1944'
The squadron leader enters an RAF officers' mess and takes off his helmet.
Bovril Morning, Squadron Leader.
Squadron Leader What-ho, Squiffy.
Bovril How was it?
Squadron Leader Top-hole. Bally Jerry, pranged his kite right in the how's your father. Hairy blighter, dicky-birdied, feathered back on his Sammy, took a waspy, flipped over on his Betty Harper's and caught his can in the Bertie.
Bovril Er, I'm afraid I don't quite follow you, Squadron Leader.
Squadron Leader It's perfectly ordinary banter, Squiffy. Bally Jerry...pranged his kite right in the how's yer father...hairy blighter, dicky-birdied, feathered back on his Sammy, took a waspy, flipped over on his Betty Harper's and caught his can in the Bertie.
Bovril No, I'm just not understanding banter at all well today. Give us it slower.
Squadron Leader Banter's not the same if you say it slower, Squiffy.
Bovril Hold on then. (shouts) Wingco!
Wingco Yes!
Bovril Bend an ear to the Squadron Leader's banter for a sec, would you?
Wingco Can do.
Bovril Jolly good.
Wingco Fire away.
Squadron Leader (draws a deep breath and looks slightly uncertain, then starts even more deliberately than before) Bally Jerry...pranged his kite...right in how's yer father...hairy blighter...dicky-birdied...feathered back on his Sammy...took a waspy...flipped over on his Betty Harper's and caught his can in the Bertie...
Wingco ...No, don't understand that banter at all.
Squadron Leader Something up with my banter, chaps?
A siren goes. The door bursts open and an out-of-breath young pilot rushes in in his flying gear.
Pilot Bunch of monkeys on the ceiling, sir! Grab your egg and fours and let's get the bacon delivered!
General incomprehension. They look at each other.
Wingco Do you understand that?
Squadron Leader No, didn't get a word of it.
Wingco Sorry old man, we don't understand your banter.
Pilot You know...bally ten-penny ones dropping in the custard...(searching for words) un...Charlie Choppers chucking a handful...
Wingco No, no...sorry.
Bovril Say it a bit slower, old chap.
Pilot Slower banter, sir?
Wingco Ra-ther!
Pilot Um...sausage squad up the blue end?
Squadron Leader No, still don't get it.
Pilot Um...cabbage crates coming over the briny?
Squadron Leader No.
Others No, no....
Stock film of a German bombing raid.
;)
Hehehe... Killarna ser ut att ha det skoj ute i fält. Härligast är ju ändå han som klättrar upp i trädet och ska mata fåglarna. Vad fick de? LSD? Tycker mest att det verkar vara någon form av skrattnoja som man kan få av hasch.
"det verkar vara"...
hahaha, och det skall vi tro på... vaddå verkar... erkänn nu :D :D :D
Jag är ren som snö. Vit snö alltså. :)
Den här har väl varit uppe förut, men den passar väldigt bra in i sammanhanget, så jag länkar friskt:
(http://hem.bredband.net/ermel/Take%20amphetamines.jpg)
:)