I once knew...
...a German gentleman who had served under Rommel in Northen Africa but was taken prisoner during one of the numerous tank battles. Anyway, as a prisoner of war he was used to finding new ways to hide things from his captors. One of his many tricks was to use an old surgical wound he had recieved to his chest as an extra 'compartment'. It apparently didn't cause him pain to do this or maybe he was just a lot tougher than I thought, I digress, one of the few luxuries he kept with him was a small amount of tea he had gotten during the early days of the war in a small French town called Neuvaux Dete or 'New Deet' as he insisted on calling it in his heavily accented voice. He would keep this tea in the recess off his chest away from the prying eyes off the British guards and gain a small amount of satisfaction whenever he could by boiling some water with it and drinking away or sharing it for extra rations and better treatment (apparently British POW guards could be bribed very easily then). Whenever he traded this with the guards they would always rermark that it was certainly Hun ex-pec/tit New Deet tea!

I thank you.
( Funkenschlag still likes dogs more than cats, Thu 28 May 2009, 14:44, 3 replies)

I'm actually
rather proud of this.
( Funkenschlag still likes dogs more than cats, Thu 28 May 2009, 14:45, closed)

you should be proud

( Vipros. clever got me this far, then tricky got me in, Thu 28 May 2009, 14:57, closed)

stands

applause... indeed sir indeed . . . further applause .... a n d sits again.... we can only ever be temporarily appeased regardless of the brilliance of the performance.

ungrateful cunts that we are as a species...
(The Cats Twat, Thu 28 May 2009, 21:45, closed)