Colonial Campaigns Club (CCC)

is failure to communicate. [:D]

Is a friendly tavern brawl in order? Here, let me instigate one by waving a perfumed silk hanky in Mr. Prete's face, tossing a sparkling white glove at the bare dirty feet of Chief Reed, "accidently" spilling a cognac on Mr. Malone's "uniform", stepping all over Mr. O'Connor's toes, sputtering about the smelly broken down government issue mule that Mr. Peters rides, all while holding Bartholemew back as he strains at the leash to get at Mr. McClellan. [}:)]

Will no one throw a mug or coins at me[?][:o)][?]

After I drop kicked that mangy mut bart across the room, I some how spilled a mug of ale on that moth ridden wig that General Natta wears, at the same time I kicked over the spitoon and its contents spilt over what was a pair of shinny boots he was wearing.

<b><font color="red">Chief</font id="red"> One Feather </b>chuckles in the corner...

Well I'm going to poke you in the eye because I can, and there's nothing you can do about it.

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I am sure it smells better now than on any other day since the war started. [:D]

Hmmm.... a fairly tamed fuss as far as bar fights go. I've seen Pre-Schoolers go after it harder over the last cookie. [:D]

That's it! We need food! Nothing beats a food fight. [:)]

Now what can we have? Poodle Patee? Bart-on-the-Barbee? Maybe Leg of Mut? [:p] No?

Well then perhaps we can get those 'dog ugly' ladies over there to put on a show? I wonder if the one in the big wig, can can-can? [;)]

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There now that's how you start a barfight. Hysterical research will teach you how to do things right everytime. [;)] hehehe.....

<font size="6"><font color="red"><b>Yawn!</font id="size6"></font id="red"></b> The redoubtable British Brigadier pulls out ONE FEATHERS raggedy, ratty feather, that looks like it came from the tail feathers of a sick goose, and jabs at ONE FEATHER, in the hope to make him Chief ONE-EYED coot.

Ahh, nothing like a bar brawl in slow motion. [|)] Oh yes, I forgot about the quivering blob of Yorkshire blood pudding slipped down the back of Mr. Amos's breeches. [8)]

"Bart-on-the-Barbee" indeed! <b>Sic 'im boy!</b> <h6>yip yap yip yip!</h6>

Well. Well. Well. Gentlemen, it appears there is a fight.
Mr. Amos, I've got a riddle for you. If you get it right, you'll get a prize!

Ready?
"What is..Long and has nine leather strips on it,.....and is wet if you're REALLY unlucky *cough* (Mr. Amos) *cough* .

Mr. Malone, I'm quite impressed that you kicked over the spitoon on General Natta, you've got courage. Here let me buy you drink! (Pours it) It appears your uniform is alittle wet. Though the stentch of you colonials is now balanced out by the booze. Haha! [:D]

(Opening one eye from dozing in the corner..) [|)] "sorry Sir Natta - the Colonial issue shoes are all two sizes too big so I didn't realise it was your pert little pinkies dancing on them.."

Just wake me up when Garry 'big Goose' Cope gets in.. only Texans and the Irish know how to really pub brawl.. so he wins on both counts already! [8D] - then we'll start slapping some heads!!

Yes where is Mother Goose? I'll put on a pugilistic display that will make you ragamuffins look like you're playing paddy-cake. [B)]

The geese may have been fooled by that "No Dogs, No Irish" sign Sir Natta tacked on the front door.

Now that I tossed that in the firem it may well warm up in here

LTC Malone takes a bottle and cracks Mr. Coffey upside the head, He sees General Walter out of the corner of his eye and turns around to face him and knee him in the family jewles area. Dodging another accidental spill from General Natta, he takes his gaunlet and strikes the General across the face, which in turns knocks the Generals wig off once more where it lands where Bart lost control after being dropped kicked. "General O'Conner sir, the Irish are here and present in the American army, as for the wild Geese, I would gladly welcome them in this brawl, all of our Celtic brothers need to show these misbegotten fellows in red the errors of their ways"." Now who is next"?

Quite unimpressed by the feeble attempts of the inebriated rebel officer to kick in the general direction of his well-filled trousers, the British major-general earnestly warns Mr. Malone not to come nearer than five inches to his shiny new and still perfectly clean dress uniform with any filthy part of his body. In order to reinforce his warning, Lord Walter then decides to personally show the drunken Yankee the way out of the tavern by physical force, yet in the very motion of grabbing him by his unpowdered hair he realizes that soiling his fine white gloves with axlegrease and the remains of Mr. Malone's last three breakfasts just won't do. Swallowing down a quite understandable fit of nausea, Lord Walter decides to give the rebel officer's old campaign coat a try instead, fervently hoping that the stench of everything Churchill would promise the British eight score years hence would be somehow concealed by the liberal amount of cognac Lord Yorktown had poured over the old rag. He grabs Mr. Malone by the back of his collar, which however has the unexpected effect of completely tearing the rotten coat apart, thus revealing the Yankee officer's total lack of decent undergarments. Under the roaring laughter of the soldiers of all four nations, Mr. Malone flees the tavern in order to commandeer himself a new coat somewhere and restore the dignity of his command and cause by burning some Loyalist homes to the ground. [:p]

What GEN. Walter does not relize is that I left the taven because of that bad order the Brits perfume gives off, that and the powder from those silly wigs can really irratate the nose [:(!] As for the uniform, heavy campaigning can wear it down some. As for phisical force, I did not know that the Brit officers excerted themselves much All that pampered living has made them soft [}:)][:D][:)][8] With that said I will toast to my fellow Irish, and Scots that saw the light and fight for Freedom against those that support the ole fatty German guy.