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  1. Half Orc halfpint. Fiend Folio snakes alive ! Jaculi vs Iron Cobra
  2. Yes Fiend Folio flyers Blood hawk vs Clubnek
  3. There'll be bluebirds over The white cliffs of Dover, Tomorrow, just you wait and see. I'll never forget the people I met braving those angry sky's I remember well as the shadows fell the light of hope in their eyes and though I'm far away I still can hear them say Sun's up for when the dawn comes up There'll be bluebirds over The white cliffs of Dover, Tomorrow, just you wait and see. There'll be love and laughter And peace ever after. Tomorrow, when the world is free The shepherd will tend his sheep. The valley will bloom again. And Jimmy will go to sleep In his own little room again. There'll be bluebirds over The white cliffs of Dover, Tomorrow, just you wait and see. There'll be bluebirds over The white cliffs of Dover, Tomorrow, just you wait and see.
  4. Vor der Kaserne Vor dem grossen Tor Steht 'ne Laterne Und steht sie noch davor Da wollen wir uns wieder seh'n Bei der Laterne woll'n wir steh'n Wie einst, Lili Marleen Wie einst, Lili Marleen Uns're beiden Schatten Sah'n wie einer aus Dass wir lieb uns hatten Dass sah man gleich daraus Und alle Leute soll'n es seh'n Wenn wir bei der Laterne steh'n Wie einst, Lili Marleen Wie einst, Lili Marleen Deine Schritte kennt sie Deinen schönen Gang Alle Abend brennt sie Doch mich vergaß sie lang Und sollte mir ein Leid gescheh'n Wer wird bei der Laterne steh'n Mit dir, Lili Marleen ? Mit dir, Lili Marleen ? Aus dem tiefen Raume Aus der Erde Grund Hebt mich wie im Traume Dein verliebter Mund Wenn sich die späten Nebel dreh'n Wer wird bei der Laterne steh'n Mit dir, Lili Marleen ? Mit dir, Lili Marleen ? Wenn sich die späten Nebel dreh'n Wer wird bei der Laterne steh'n Mit dir, Lili Marleen ? Mit dir, Lili Marleen ?
  5. Underneath the lantern By the barrack gate Darling I remember The way you used to wait 'Twas there that you whispered tenderly That you loved me You'd always be My Lili of the lamplight My own Lili Marleen Time would come for roll call Time for us to part Darling I'd caress you And press you to my heart And there neath that far off lantern light I'd hold you tight We'd kiss good night My Lili of the lamplight My own Lili Marleen Orders came for sailing Somewhere over there All confined to barracks 'Twas more than I could bear I knew you were waiting in the street I heard your feet But could not meet My Lili of the lamplight My own Lili Marleen Resting in our billet Just behind the line Even though we're parted Your lips are close to mine You wait where that lantern softly gleamed Your sweet face seems To haunt my dreams My Lili of the lamplight My own Lili Marleen My Lili of the lamplight My own Lili Marleen
  6. The Great Escape began March 24th 1944 https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Stalag_Luft_III
  7. It is the 75th anniversary of the Great Escape https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Stalag_Luft_III
  8. According to Wikipedia it restarts on April 1st
  9. Agony will abate Give me an A from Fiend Folio Adherer vs Aleax
  10. I met him at a party Just a couple of years ago He was rather over-hearty and ridiculous But as I'd seen him on the screen he cast a certain spell I basked in his attraction For a couple of hours or so His manners were a fraction too meticulous If he was real or not I couldn't tell But like a silly fool I fell Mad about the boy I know it's stupid to be mad about the boy I'm so ashamed of it But must admit The sleepless nights I've had About the boy On the silver screen He melts my foolish heart in every single scene Although I'm quite aware That here and there Are traces of the cad About the boy Lord knows I'm not a fool-girl I really shouldn't care Lord knows I'm not a school-girl In the flurry of her first affair Will it ever cloy This odd diversity of misery and joy I'm feeling quite insane and young again And all because I'm mad about the boy Home work, home work Every night there's homework While Elsie practices the gas goes pop I wish, I wish she'd stop Oh dear, oh dear Here it's always, 'No dear You can't go out again, you must stay home You'd waste your money on that common Picturedrome Don't shirk—stay here and do your work.' Yearning, yearning How my heart is burning I'll see him Saturday in Strong Man's Pain And then on Monday and on Friday week again To me, he is the sole man Who can kiss as well as Coleman I could faint whenever there's a close-up of his lips Though John Barrymore is larger When my hero's on his charger Even Douglass Fairbanks Junior hasn't smaller hips If only he could know That I adore him so Mad about the boy It's simply scrumptous to be mad about the boy I know that quite sincerely Houseman really Wrote The Shropshire Lad about the boy In my English prose I've done a tracing of his forehead and his nose And there is, honour bright A certain slight Effect of Galahad about the boy I've talked to Rosie Hooper She feels the same as me She says that Gary Cooper Doesn't thrill her to the same degree In Can Love Destroy? He meets with Garbo in a suit of corduroy He gives a little frown And knocks her down Oh dear, of dear, I'm mad about the boy Every Wednesday afternoon I get a little time off from three to eleven Then I go to the picture house and taste a little of my particular heaven He appears In a little while Through a mist of tears I can see him smiling Above me Every picture I see him in Every lovers' caress Makes my wonderful dreams begin Makes me long to confess That if he ever looked at me And thought perhaps I was worth the trouble to Love me I'd give in and I wouldn't care However far from the path of virtue he'd Shove me! Just supposing our love was brief If he treated me rough I'd be happy beyond belief Once would be enough Mad about the boy I know I'm potty but I'm mad about the boy! He sets me 'eart on fire With love's desire In fact I've got it bad about the boy! When I do the rooms I see his face in all the brushes and the brooms! Last week I strained me back And got the sack And had a row with dad about the boy I'm finished with Navarro, (He thrills me to the marrow) I'm tired of Richard Dix, (I sit through all his tricks!) I'm pierced by Cupid's arrow Every Wed-nes-day, from four to six! 'Ow I should enjoy To let 'im treat me like a plaything or a toy I'd give my all to 'im And crawl to 'im So 'elp me God, I'm mad about the boy It seems a little silly For a girl my age and weight To walk down Piccadilly In a haze of love It ought to take a good deal more to get a bad girl down I should have been exempt, for My particular kind of fate Has taught me such contempt for Every phase of love And now I've been and spent my last half-crown To weep about a painted clown Mad about the boy It's pretty funny but I'm mad about the boy He has a gay appeal That makes me feel There may be something sad about the boy Walking down the street His eyes look out at me from people that I meet I can't believe it's true But when I'm blue In some strange way I'm glad about the boy I'm hardly sentimental Love isn't so sublime I have to pay my rental And I can't afford to waste much time If I could employ A little magic that would finally destroy This dream that pains me And enchains me But I can't because I'm mad about the boy
  11. In tropical climes there are certain times of day When all the citizens retire To take their clothes off and perspire It's one of those rules the greatest fools obey Because the sun is far too sultry and one must avoid its ultra-violet ray The natives grieve when the white men leave their huts Because they're obviously, definitely nuts ! Mad dogs and Englishmen go out in the midday sun The Japanese don't care to The Chinese wouldn't dare to Hindus and Argentines sleep firmly from twelve 'til one But Englishmen detest a siesta In the Philippines They have lovely screens To protect you from the glare In the Malay States There are hats like plates Which the Britishers won't wear At twelve noon the natives swoon and no further work is done But mad dogs and Englishmen go out in the midday sun It's such a surprise for the Eastern eyes to see That though the English are effete They're quite impervious to heat When the White Man rides every native hides in glee Because the simple creatures hope he Will impale his sola topee on a tree It seems such a shame When the English claim the Earth That they give rise to such hilarity and mirth Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha Ho-ho-ho-ho-ho-ho-ho He-he-he-he-he-he-he Hm-hm-hm-hm-hm Mad dogs and Englishmen go out in the midday sun The toughest Burmese bandit Can never understand it In Rangoon the heat of noon Is just what the natives shun They put their Scotch or rye down And lie down In a jungle town Where the sun beats down To the rage of man and beast The English garb Of the English sahib Merely gets a bit more creased In Bangkok At twelve o'clock They foam at the mouth and run But mad dogs and Englishmen go out in the midday sun Mad dogs and Englishmen go out in the midday sun The smallest Malay rabbit Deplores this foolish habit In Hong Kong They strike a gong And fire off a Noonday Gun To reprimand each inmate Who's in late In the mangrove swamps Where the python romps There is peace from twelve to two Even caribous Lie around and snooze For there's nothing else to do In Bengal To move at all Is seldom if ever done But mad dogs and Englishmen go Out in the midday Out in the midday Out in the midday Out in the midday Out in the midday Out in the midday Out in the midday sun
  12. L Marcus tells me that Gothenburg is named after all the Goths that settled there
  13. I'm a lumberjack and I'm ok I sleep all night and I work all day NOBODY expects the Spanish Inquisition ! Our chief weapon is surprise...surprise and fear...fear and surprise.... Our two weapons are fear and surprise...and ruthless efficiency.... Our *three* weapons are fear, and surprise, and ruthless efficiency...and an almost fanatical devotion to the Pope.... Our *four*...no... *Amongst* our weapons.... Amongst our weaponry...are such elements as fear, surprise.... I'll come in again. And now for something completely different
  14. Batman should have a bat Thanos should have a dust mite for a pet. What ?
  15. Only a paralysing fear of the Spiders from Mars prevents Cancer from conquering the Universe
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