This place is going to the dogs.........

[kettenhund]

I thought I'd drop in after a hard day's practice during which I landed (read "crashed") almost successfully several times... Where is everyone?

Ah, is that the barmaid lieing on the floor behind the bar?

Hey there... Has the Jamesons come in yet?

What's that? "You havn't finished testing it yet"?

Yes I can see that by the four empty bottles on the floor. How many did you get in?

Oh, four! Well how can you expect to sell any if you've drunk it all.

Hey! I do speak Russian.... My Mother definately wasn't a Yak!

Okay so when are you going to get some more?

Oh you've passed out!

(More next week)

[Uhu_Rodion]

One of many possible explanation of such troublesome landings here might be this:

Since my recruitment, I've been warned not to drink nor smoke before take off, I conformed and started drinking and smoking only once aloft ;D

Another one:

If you crash-land, you're supposed to be rushed in the nearest hospital, where pretty nurses take care of you - this way you avoid a close encounter with Helga


Marco

[Uhu_Adlerblitz]

....you didn't know here at njg7 we replaced the oxygen-masks with beer-masks???

[Uhu_Rodion]

LOL!

[kettenhund]

....well I think I managed to convince my mechanics that an He 219's left hand leg should be bent like that....

This accomplished I decided to head back into the bar.

Ah, so you are tidying up/re-arranging the debris? (delete the least appropriate)

Oh, you've gone back to swearing at me in Latvian....

Any Jamesons?

Wow, thanks!... Ugh! That's not whiskey, its cold tea!

Oh, you are still testing the new lot!

Okay then grossebeir and have one youself!

You know I've never seen so many black and brown teeth in the same grin before!

(Will Kettenhund ever get his whiskey or will Helga beat him to it? Tune in for the next boring installment drektly.)