The British Are Coming!

[Cornflower MM]

*Whistles and walks away from the potentially controversial topic that was completely unrelated*

Yeah, good idea. In fact, I'm going to go edit. Sorry about that. . . .

Food.

Pie? That's edible?

[Tam and Martin]

Pie. Yes. Me love it.

[Rusvul]

That's probably wise.

[The Skarzs]

Shoot the British, shoot the British, shoot the British, shoot them right now. . .

Oh, sorry. I was just humming that to a tune I've heard. . . Aaaand any Brits who were considering being my friend have now turned away.

[Cornflower MM]

Yeah, probably. . .

[Jukka the Sling]

*Revives topic for old times' sake*

[Cornflower MM]

*Lauighs in delight* I remember this old topic! The things we used to get up to, eh, Jukka?

[The Skarzs]

I regret my last post here.

[Jetthebinturong]

Shoot the trolls, shoot the trolls, shoot the trolls, shoot them right now

[The Skarzs]

Thought so.

[Jukka the Sling]

*Lauighs in delight* I remember this old topic! The things we used to get up to, eh, Jukka?

IKR?

[LT Sandpaw]

In 1814 we took a little trip
Along with Colonel Jackson down the mighty Mississip
We took a little bacon and we took a little beans
And we caught the bloody British in a town in New Orleans

We fired our guns and the British kept a-comin'
There wasn't nigh as many as there was a while ago
We fired once more and they begin to runnin'
On down the Mississippi to the Gulf of Mexico


We looked down the river
And we see'd the British come
And there must have been a hundred of 'em
Beatin' on the drums
They stepped so high
And they made their bugles ring
We stood beside our cotton bales
And didn't say a thing

We fired our guns and the British kept a-comin'
There wasn't nigh as many as there was a while ago
We fired once more and they begin to runnin'
On down the Mississippi to the Gulf of Mexico

Old Hickory said we could take 'em by surprise
If we didn't fire our muskets
'Till we looked 'em in the eye
We held our fire
'Till we see'd their faces well
Then we opened up our squirrel guns
And really gave 'em - well we

Fired our guns and the British kept a-comin'
There wasn't nigh as many as there was a while ago
We fired once more and they begin to runnin'
On down the Mississippi to the Gulf of Mexico

Yeah, they ran through the briars
And they ran through the brambles
And they ran through the bushes
Where a rabbit couldn't go
They ran so fast
That the hounds couldn't catch 'em
On down the Mississippi to the Gulf of Mexico

We fired our cannon 'til the barrel melted down
So we grabbed an alligator and we fought another round
We filled his head with cannon balls, and powdered his behind
And when we touched the powder off the gator lost his mind

We fired our guns and the British kept a-comin'
There wasn't nigh as many as there was a while ago
We fired once more and they begin to runnin'
On down the Mississippi to the Gulf of Mexico

Yeah, they ran through the briars
And they ran through the brambles
  And they ran through the bushes
Where a rabbit couldn't go
They ran so fast
That the hounds couldn't catch 'em
On down the Mississippi to the Gulf of Mexico

Hut-two-three-four
Sound off, three-four
Hut-two-three-four
Sound off, three-four
Hut-two-three-four
Hut-two-three-four.

Gotta Love this song

[Jetthebinturong]

*Shoots at Sandpaw*

[Hickory]

"Because of your evil waste you have placed across the land, I name all toilets... Johns!

For thoose who have seen Men in Tights!

AHHHHHH!!! *runs away*

[Lady Ashenwyte]

*Shoots Sage*