"Martin Larsen" <mlarsen@post7.tele.dk> skrev i en meddelelse
news:488ba2d1$0$90276$14726298@news.sunsite.dk...
> Hvornår slipper verden af med den muhammedanske pest?
> (For ikke at tale om de idiotiske trolle der huserer her).
>
> 29 dræbt og 100 sårede.
Trolle skaber ikke dræbte og sårede
Trolle kan man delete hvis ikke deres provokationer er din smag
Kald dem ikke idioter hvis du ikke har nærlæst alle deres indlæg
Jeg er seriøs og aldrig troll og alle trolle er harmløse
TROLLeri i britisk hærhumor
"Private Jenkins!" yelled the Captain. "Get over here
immediately, there's something you need to see!" "Right away, sir!"
Jenkins shouted back, crossing the open area in the center of their camp at
a double march.
"You see these tracks, Jenkins?" the Captain asked, neither
requesting nor expecting a reply. He continued, "And that smell?
Private Jenkins! Are you paying attention to me!?"
"Sir, I am positively brimming with attention, I assure you."
"Don't be a smart-ass, Jenkins."
"I blame my parents, sir."
"Don't we all, Jenkins. Don't we all." the Captain sighed. "Tell
me, Jenkins, in light of my on-going efforts to provide you with what
we in the army like to call An Edjukayshun, what creature leaves
tracks like these, accompanied by such a horrific stench?"
"A troll, sir?" Jenkins replied cautiously.
"Bang on, Private Jenkins. Nicely done. A troll. You must be on
your guard at all times. They are Very Very Nasty." the Captain
warned.
"But what shall I do if this creature attacks me? Shall I feign
death? Shall I hurl pomegranates, in the manner so effectively
demonstrated by you last week when we were assaulted by nuns in the
market?" asked Je "No no," the Captain replied, "pomegranates will just
make
things worse, and feigning death is a bit extreme under the
circumstances. Mark my words, boy, if you are ever confronted by a
troll, there is only one thing you can do..."
"Tell me, tell me!" pleaded Jenkins, interrupting.
"You must ignore him. The troll feeds on attention, Jenkins.
Ignore him and he will die. It will not be pleasant. You will be
tempted to watch the squirming, the cries of agony will reach deep
down into your underpants and grab you by the ... well, you get the
idea, Jenkins. Trust me: ignore the troll, be strong, and perhaps you
will live to hurl pomegranates at nuns another day."
"Thank you, sir. It is truly an honour to serve with you."
"You're right about that, Private. Dismissed"