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I don't know what to wear and since the majority of this forum are blokes i just wanna know what they'd like a girl to wear if they was going for something to eat, then for a few quick drinks then to the cinema.
I don't wanna dress up too much..any ideas?
But c'mon, there's an awful lot of pasty freckly swampdonkeys that possess ginger hair.
And they burn easy in the sun.
They're like rubbish rusty vampires.
> when I wandered the base unchallenged during the
> "MUSLIMDEATHBOMB" fear Iraq build-up
Did you, at the time, have a long beard and were wearing a turban?
No?
Then clearly that's why. Everyone knows that them turrists are all turban wearing darky bummers!!!11
And vice versa.
> Don't get me wrong, I've thrown one up a ginga before - an RAF lass at
> Brize Norton (when I wandered the base unchallenged during the
> "MUSLIMDEATHBOMB" fear Iraq build-up and sat watching
> planes being loaded with bombs from about 50yrds away).
Last time I drove past an RAF place, there was two guys stood outside with an M16 each.
I'd have loved to have seen what happend if you WERE challenged.
> 1x bra
> 1x knickers
> 1x trousers
> 1x top
> 2x shoes
Pff, dispense with the unnecessaries.
1x bra
1x panties
> Last time I drove past an RAF place, there was two guys stood outside
> with an M16 each.
>
> I'd have loved to have seen what happend if you WERE challenged.
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There were hundreds of soldiers on the base, including loads at the gate and perimeter armed to the teeth.
I stayed in her dorm room for the weekend.
When signing in, I couldn't remember my registration number. Bloke on desk said "Ah don't worry about it".
Guard at gate (wielding a very nasty machine gun) didn't bother to look at the pass (with my middle name written down as surname and no registration number) and didn't want to check my vehicle. Despite having an overnight sports/carry bag thing on the backseat and loads of drum stands in the boot - lots of long metal tubes and pipes.
Ginga sent me down to the on-base shop whilst she had a shower, drew me a map of how to get there on a bit of paper.
Now, it's about 10pm and it's dark.
I'm standing in the middle of RAF Brize Norton looking at a hand-drawn map and turning around to look for landmarks she's drawn.
Couple of soldiers walk past, "alright" they say as they stroll past a bloke wearing a beanie, with a handscribbled map at night.
And on the second day, she gives me directions on how to get back to the gate.
So off I drive, again with a hand-drawn map. Which involves stopping and looking around, peering at a rubbish map, making wrong turns and driving back the same road a few times.
I come to a runway, fenced off.
I get out, sit on the grass with my overnight bag and phone Ginga to find out where I am.
Whilst these planes are being loaded with ordanance, a bloke sits on the verge of the runway on a mobile phone with a holdall bag next to him asking for directions.
Which, oddly, was the exact moment I realised this "War on Terror" and muslimdeathbastardkillterror scenario was a big, fat lie.
> Couple of soldiers walk past, "alright" they say as they
> stroll past a bloke wearing a beanie, with a handscribbled map at
> night.
I laughed out loud at that.