Hi Beanoss... Sorry to wind you up but I just can't help it. It's so much fun to push your little buttons. I know I shouldn't, what with your fragile and precarious "state" so I will try to refrain.
But do try to remember that "
recently my posts have become bitter and twisted, almost completely lacking the humour I think I used to have and all too often attacking the man instead of the ball."
Meanwhile, now that Beanoss' feathers are smooth again, I think it's perfectly obvious that it was the Huey pilots' fault. Mere good luck is not enough to ensure the load-monster could be trusted to hold the sign the RIGHT WAY UP.
And a loadie wouldn't have been do refined ("Show us your tits).
It would've been more like,
"Show us ya mappatazzy, ya ****s"
As for the winch bit, I heard things blew around a little. So what?
If the slugs on the ground didn't like it they should've been in the Huey. Not a pilot? Tuff Luck. You shoulda thought about it earlier on in life then, shouldn't you?
Two Kinds of people:
Pilots and
The rest on the ground bitching about the Huey downwash.
(actually there's a third... the whining, confused sort, but at least he's trying to help himself!!
