Finally, after waking from a drunken stupor, in an island i cant remember somewhere in the South Pacific, I recall a wire from salt_air mentioning something about a journey, and I needed to get the B-17 refueled, and in the air.
I grabbed some food, alot of local ale, and fueled the busty bomber and off I go... Thunderstrorms are in the area, but it aint the worst locals have had to endure... For its the great musical with EdGeneer's poor singing that makes even drunk billy-goats vomit, and Mitzi Gaynor wish she had.
Off we go into the wild blue......
I grabbed some food, alot of local ale, and fueled the busty bomber and off I go... Thunderstrorms are in the area, but it aint the worst locals have had to endure... For its the great musical with EdGeneer's poor singing that makes even drunk billy-goats vomit, and Mitzi Gaynor wish she had.
Off we go into the wild blue......