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I can't imagine a look of fear on Saddam Hussein's face.
Lets say he's in his underground bunker, which has been badly damaged, and one more hit would surely take him out.
He's sitting there, with his Guards, and they can hear it.
Explosions.
Getting nearer, and nearer, and nearer.
Surely, one of the next explosions would be on top of him?
Do you think he'd be scared?
Do you think he'd try and run?
Or would he stay, defiantly?
Lets say he's in his underground bunker, which has been badly damaged, and one more hit would surely take him out.
He's sitting there, with his Guards, and they can hear it.
Explosions.
Getting nearer, and nearer, and nearer.
Surely, one of the next explosions would be on top of him?
Do you think he'd be scared?
Do you think he'd try and run?
Or would he stay, defiantly?
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Hot Shots Part Deux rules.
"They tied my shoelaces together"
"A double knot, the b*stards"
And when they come to a gate and say “It’s locked from the inside” and it’s a 1-foot high white picket fence.
Brilliant.
"They tied my shoelaces together"
"A double knot, the b*stards"
And when they come to a gate and say “It’s locked from the inside” and it’s a 1-foot high white picket fence.
Brilliant.
Or possibly even third it.
Depends on if you can count or not.
Depends on if you can count or not.
I second that notion.
I agree.
Yeah, he'd be scared.
And Hot Shots 1 is better than Part Deux, but Part Deux has it's moments. {:)
And Hot Shots 1 is better than Part Deux, but Part Deux has it's moments. {:)
He also used to date Satan...If we're going by the movies that is.
Of course he has a pet. Haven't you seen Hot Shots Part Deux?
Worryingly, not sarcastic at all. My girlfriend brought up the question last night, and I do find the image has played on my mind since.
I can't work out exactly how sarcastic that comment was.
D'you think he has any pets? The idea of Saddam getting up, taking a tin of cat food from the cupboard, and groggily scraping out some rancid smelling horsemeat for his moggies is a strangely comforting one...
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