Rosey and Rangi: The Beginning!
Submitted by (BRBR)ROTH on Fri, 05/28/2004 - 01:58
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Once upon a time......
One day while on holiday in the back blocks of Vietnam, strolling hand in hand with Major Rose through some beautiful meadows we stumbled across a quaint Vietnamese Village referred to by the locals as Bahnar. While sitting there enjoying the peaceful ambience, sipping the local pink umbrella encased beverage through a grass straw, we were distracted by the low thud of an incoming Huey, bagpipes blazing from the PA. As we looked skyward the faint crackle of a radio could be heard from the distance bushes along with the words "Airstrike in 5". A loud whistling sound was heard approaching overhead followed by a noise I have only ever heard eminanting from Rosey's ass........well it was carnage, Vietnamese bodies everywhere.....limbs....blood.....the screams of a young girl radiated from the direction where Major Rose lay in a curled ball
As the dust settled, this huge god like man 7 ft tall they say in US Army fatigues strolled towards us with a big grin across his face. Having surveyed the bloodshed and carnage within the village he stood over our cowering bodies and said in a rough scottish accent a
?oeNow dats what Ia
??m talk`n abouta
??.
He introduced himself as Roth, and that his purpose in life was to unleash a Riot across these Badlands. His Sean Connery good looks, well tailored uniform and subtle wildflower scent caused Rosey and I to follow this man. Every now and again our navigational abilities let us down and we would lose the Spartan Warrior we only knew as Roth. Well the days passed until tragically Rosey and I lost Roth good and proper while partaking in some a
?oerecreationala
?? activities with some of the local wildlife. We hunted high and low, but Roth was no longer to be seen. We wander aimlessly for a couple of months passing by a remote waterfall, a mountain stream, even encounter a severe storm before finding our way to civilization at a port called Halong. Chatting to the locals, we learnt of the myths and legend of a group of ragtag fighters that hung out in a remote temple ruins in the highlands of North Vietnam. The local spoke with fear at the devastation that this a
?oeclana
?? would unleash. They spoke if ita
??s leadera
??.. a strapping Scotmansa
??. 7ft tall they saida
??a
??..a
??ROTHY!!!!!a
??a
??.Rosey and I squealed with excitement.
We pack our Gucci stilettos into our bergins and put on best Sunday frocks. We headed for the hills to the north in search of our destiny. As we approach the ruins on the 4th night, we heard the crackle of gunfire and screams of mena
??.a
??Oh Jesusa
?? Ia
??ve been hit!!!a
??a
??.followed bya
??a
??Silvera
??..if you do that one more time I am getting on the next fookin flight to finland!!!!!a
?? WE FOUND HIM!!!!
We hung out in the ruins for a few weeks, trying desperately not to get killed every 15 seconds. Realizing that our combat abilities were not going to get us accepted by this group of killing machines, Rosey and I resorted to our only other option a
??a
??. The all singinga
??..The all dancinga
??a
??Rosey and Rangi Show!!!! Well this seemed to do the tricka
??.it seemed to extend our life expectancies to at least 30 seconds. We heard the thump as bodies hit the floor followed by what we can only attributed to the cracking of ribs and the gasping for air. Although Rosey and I do not know what clinched it, we have guessed it might have had something to do with a a
?oePurple Headed Custard Chuckera
?? . Anyway, our El Dorado was reacheda
??a
??we were invited to become part of the fine fighting force called a
?oeBRBRa
??.
Even more to our amazement, we were not dressed in the latex gimp suits we had brought with us, nor were we locked into a dark cellar for days on end. But we were treated as part of clan a
??.. as an equala
??a
??..wella
??a
??more like supply of practice targets really. That did not matter, we were happy!
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