Chickenboy
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Joined: 6/29/2002 From: San Antonio, TX Status: offline
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Ode to 'Wash Out' of "Hot Shots" fame / infamy: Jim 'Wash Out' Pfaffenbach: Looks like enemy aircraft at 12 o'clock. Admiral Benson: Really? 12 o'clock? Well, that gives us about... [checks his watch] Admiral Benson: 25 minutes. Think I'll step out for a burger. Jim 'Wash Out' Pfaffenbach: I just got kicked out of the unit. My flight status has been withdrawn. I'm through, Dead Meat! Pete 'Dead Meat' Thompson: What happened? Jim 'Wash Out' Pfaffenbach: It's my eyes. I've got walleye-vision. Pete 'Dead Meat' Thompson: Isn't there something that can be done? Jim 'Wash Out' Pfaffenbach: Well, there's a delicate corneal inversion procedure... a multi-opti-pupil-optomy. But, in order to keep from damaging the eye sockets, they've got to go in through the rectum. Ain't no man going to take that route with me! Lt. Commander Block: Yankee Doodle Floppy Disk, this is Foxtrot Zulu Milkshake, checking in at 700 feet, request permission to land. Jim 'Wash Out' Pfaffenbach: Roger that, Foxtrot Zulu Milkshake, you are cleared to land. Welcome to the Mediterranean! Kent Gregory: Wash Out, is that you? Jim 'Wash Out' Pfaffenbach: You bet, they put me in charge of radar! From now on, I'll be your eyes on the ground! Jim 'Wash Out' Pfaffenbach: Alpha Velveeta Knuckle Underwear, you are cleared for take-off. When you hit that nuclear weapons plant... drop a bomb for me! Lt. Commander Block: Uh, Sphincter Mucus Niner Ringworm, roger! [Wash Out can't read the number on the runway he's landing on] Jim 'Wash Out' Pfaffenbach: I need clearance to land on runway thirty... thirty... something! Air Controller: Thirtysomething's been cancelled. Jim "Wash Out" Pfaffenbach: You've got six bogies heading toward you! [sneezes on the radar screen] Jim "Wash Out" Pfaffenbach: Oh my God, a dozen more of them! And a blimp, a big, shiny blimp and it's slowly moving south!
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