USO Canteen FReeper Style ~ Camp Run-A-Muck ~ WooHoo! ~ March 19 2003

[tomkow6]

Oh, BOY!  Oh, BOY!

Here we go again!

...What do we do today?....are the gurlz with SKINNY legs comin?....
........comic characters......SHUT UP......
......BARNEY?......COMICS?.....hehehehehe........I LIKE COMICS....
where's my comics?......QUIET!....is Batman comin?.. ..
....I wanna see Green Lantern.... Sesame street...Stop hitting me...
...Odie & Garfield?.......nobody wants to see yer ..giggle...snicker..
.....Maw! she hit me....go to your room....

Welcome to Camp RUN-A-MUK!

 

 

Today's Feature:

Comic Characters

Where the Plan Of the Day is: Mirth...Merriment...and FUN!
Kick back! Relax! Tell a joke or two! Have a brew !

The BAR is OPEN!

We've got Eye candy...Mind candy...

and Chicken soup for the soul!

Your host for today's Comic Characters is none other than:

TAZ!
Let the Fun BEGIN !!

[Kathy in Alaska]

Good night, Beth, and sleep tight. God bless you good for helping to keep an eye on Tom today and for all you do for our troops Canteen. Please give your kitties a scratch behind the ears for me.

[Kathy in Alaska]

'Cat returns to Kitty: An F-14A Tomcat heads home to the aircraft carrier USS Kitty Hawk in the Persian Gulf.

[snippy_about_it]

Good Night Canteeners

Good Night to my Super Heroes, our Brave men and women of the United States Armed Forces, Come home soon

Let's Roll

[Kathy in Alaska]

Were you careful today, ms feather? No shooting yourself in the foot?

[PhilDragoo]

HULK NOT BE SADDAM MAD IN LONG TIME!

IT'S CLOBBERIN' TIME!

[snippy_about_it]

The Liberation of Iraq has begun, per Ari Fleischer. President to speak at 10:15.

[tomkow6]

Goodnight, Sis! Thank you!

[tomkow6]

Goodnight, Snippy! Thank you!

[snippy_about_it]

Geez, I pinged bk by habit, as if he wouldn't know. LOL!

I'm stressssssed!!!! Give 'em hell troops!

[grantswank]

WILL THE REAL TURKEY STAND UP?


Which is it? Airspace and airbases? Airspace alone? Chance of airbases? Both? Either Or?

Come on, Turks. We’re in a war. Time’s a premium.

Recep Tayyp Erdogan, Turkish Prime Minister, stated to media on Wednesday that his country will indeed not permit the use of its military bases by the United States. However, Turkey will permit the use of its airspace for US military attacks against Iraq.

So now you have it. Right?

Not quite. There is yet parliamentary approval needed concerning Turkey’s airspace. Okay. So then Erdogan’s promise is yet to be a time span away, that is, we have to wait for parliament to discuss the matter. All the while, it could be that the US-led troops would be a quarter of the way through the war, half way through the war, a fifth of the way through the war, or by the time parliamentary discussion comes to a vote, the war could be over. Right? Right.

Got it? Clear, isn’t it?

Not quite. On Wednesday at a press meeting, Turkish Justice Minister Cemil Cicek, an official voice for the Turkish government, said that his country would allow US warplanes to enter Iraq via Turkish bases. Clear? Not.

Erdogan underlined that that chance is a negative. Turkey, he said, will not allow its bases for US even for refueling. So there. The decisive word has been penned to paper.

According to the Kyodo News, an understatement was printed. KN stated that “Turkey and the US appear to be having difficulties working out a US aid package in return of the use of military bases.” Oh, so that’s the hitch, is it? A US aid package in return of the use of military bases.

I wonder if Erdogan and Cicek realize that as the nub of the “difficulties.”

Oh, how easy it all could be for the US-led militia. If Turkey did permit the use of airspace, US warplanes parked in nations like Romania would reach Iraq “at the minimum distance.”

Yet, to make simple matters difficult, the Turks late February agreed to accept the max of 62,000 US troops, 255 warplanes and 65 helicopters for six months. But that agenda was sliced through on March 1 after an outcry from legislators doused it. The ruling Justice and Development Party said Nix.

So, now you have it — plain and simple.

[radu]

MAY GOD WATCH OVER OUR TROOPS AND KEEP THEM SAFE!

[Soaring Feather]

Were you careful today, ms feather?
No shooting yourself in the foot?

Just a perfect little lady today!
Except, for that Brat Radix taken my posts!

[Radix]

I am an excellent poster!

 

I get my underwear at K-mart

 

400 Oak street, in Cinncinnatti

 

I wear boxer shorts

 

Yours were too tight

 

Pancakes on Wednesdays

 

Maple Syrup

 

Rain man vs. Forest Gump

 

 

RM75
65kb
Raymond met a whore named Iris.

 

 

[radu]

LOL! I love the weird warships you come up with for Wednsedays!

Leave it to the French to come up with this weiner!

[Soaring Feather]

God Bless Our Nation and Protect Our Troops

[fatima]

Night snippy_about_it.

[fatima]

Night Bethbg79.

[Radix]

Look!

 

Up in the sky!

 

It is a bird.

 

It is a plane.

 

It is Radix Man.

 

 

 

 

 

I am here to help!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

[Dubya]

Mrs. Smith was a hypochondriac. Dr. Jones was fed up with her constant
complaints about non-existent illnesses, so he started palming her off with
a mild sedative to keep her happy.

One day she complained about chest pains and the doctor prescribed his usual
treatment. This time however, the pain was real and Mrs. Smith died of a
heart attack.

On hearing of her death, Dr. Jones was so upset he died of shock. Mrs.
Smith and Dr. Jones were buried next to each other in the cemetery.

The next morning, Dr. Jones heard a tapping on his coffin, followed by a
voice saying, "Dr. Jones, this is Mrs. Smith. Do you have anything for
worms?"

[Dubya]

The temperature had taken an overnight plunge, and Minnesota yet again
affirmed its reputation as one of the nation's coldest states.

Despite a wind chill of minus 40, we steelworkers erecting a TV tower in a
Minneapolis-St. Paul suburb, showed up for work. By 9AM a tall Texan climbed
down from the tower and entered the office trailer. He took his lunch pail
from the shelf and headed for the door.

"What's up?" the foreman asked. "You sick?"

"Nope," the Texan replied. "Goin' home to get my jacket."

"Where's home?" the foreman persisted.

"Dallas," said he.

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A Final Thought ...

"I never failed to convince an audience that the best thing they could
do was to go away."

- Thomas Love Peacock (1785-1866), English author