Dry Lakes Racers Australia

I am in need of a 327ci Chevy motor asap I hope someone has one for sale.

Huh
Why a 327??
G

Colonel, my Latin isn't what it used to be, what does Sic Frangit Crispidium mean?

You know Headgash used to teach Latin

so break biscuit

G (not even A Major)

Surely it's Sic Frangit Crispide as there is only one cookie!!!

vereorus cicatrixcalva

When holidaying in Rome here are some useful phrases to keep you out of trouble...
where can I buy a 327
Qua can EGO sumo a 327

You’re not getting any thinner , or more truthful…
non questus ullus ieiunium , vel magis veritas

You must have been drunk to marry her
Vos madidus ut matrimonium suus

Stick it up your arse…
virga is sursum vestri solum

The more I see you the less I like you
Quantum EGO animadverto vos minor EGO amo vos

And monkeys will fly out of my bottom
Quod monachus mos no ex meus solum

Nice one Centurion , liked it!
Nice unus Centurion , amo is!

cicatrixcalva?

...few understand what I'm trying to do , but they vastly outnumber those who understand why..

Even less now

Doc, I cannot believe you left the A Major alone

G

It's late at night. Brian has just finished painting his variety of "Romans, go home" in Latin, when a Roman centurion arrives with his men.

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Centurion: What is this then? Romanes eunt domus, "People called Romanes they go the house"?
Brian It-it says, "Romans, go home"!
Centurion: No, it doesn't! What's Latin for "Roman"? [grabs Brian's ear] Come on, come on!
Brian: Romanus!
Centurion: Goes like?
Brian: Annus!
Centurion: Vocative plural of annus is...?
Brian: Anni?
Centurion: [writes] Romani. And eunt? What is eunt?
Brian: "Go"! Let-
Centurion: Conjugate the verb "to go".
Brian: Ire; eo, is, it, imus, itis, eunt!
Centurion: So eunt is...?
Brian: Third person plural, present indicative. "They go!"
Centurion: But "Romans, go home" is an order, so you must use the...?
Brian: The... imperative!
Centurion: Which is...?
Brian: I!
Centurion: [twisting Brian's ear] How many Romans?
Brian: [yelling] I.. Plural, plural! Ite, ite!
Centurion: [writing] Ite. Domus? Nominative? But "go home", it is motion towards, isn't it, boy?
Brian: Dative, sir!
[The centurion promptly draws his swords and presses it against Brian's throat. Brian yells:]
No, not dative! Not the dative, sir! No! The... accusative, accusative! Domum, sir, ad domum!
Centurion: Except that domus takes the...?
Brian: The locative, sir!
Centurion: Which is?
Brian: Domum!
Centurion: [writing] Domum... -um [sheathing his sword] Understand?
[Brian nods eagerly]
Now, write it out a hundred times!
Brian: Yes, sir, thank you, sir! Hail Caesar!
Centurion: Hail Caesar. If it's not done by sunrise, I'll cut your balls off!
Brian: Oh, thank you, sir. Thank you, sir. Hail Caesar and everything, sir!

~ FINIS ~

I had forgotten how funny that movie is...off to the video store

another masterfull hi jack

Alright, settle down! Lovers of fine Python will remember the scene from Holy Grail when Arthur asks "Old woman, who lives in that castle?" They go on to explain to Arthur, the king they didn't vote for, that they have no leader, they are an autonomous collective, an anarcho-syndicalist commune, etc, etc.
Anyway, one morning at work the phone rang (bloody nuisance!) and a rather abrupt and unpleasant woman demanded to speak to our team leader. I said he was out so she asked, "Well, who's in charge?" What a place kick!
We are now trying to work out how we can include Python lines in our tape recorded interviews without anyone else noticing. What do I do for a living? I'll tell you some other time.

I wonder if Spook got his Chev? If you haven't given up on this thread by now Spook, try Just Parts magazine, they love that sort of stuff. Not big on Toyota though. I don't know why!

Dave

He's had 322 hits already so the advertising value is huge!!!!!!

King Arthur: Old woman.
Dennis: Man.
King Arthur: Man, sorry. What knight lives in that castle over there?
Dennis: I'm 37.
King Arthur: What?
Dennis: I'm 37. I'm not old.
King Arthur: Well I can't just call you "man".
Dennis: Well you could say "Dennis".
King Arthur: I didn't know you were called Dennis.
Dennis: Well you didn't bother to find out did you?
King Arthur: I did say sorry about the "old woman", but from behind you looked...
Dennis: What I object to is you automatically treat me like an inferior.
King Arthur: Well I am king.
Dennis: Oh, king eh? Very nice. And how'd you get that, eh? By exploiting the workers. By hanging on to outdated imperialist dogma which perpetuates the economic and social differences in our society.

Lynchy (my apologies as well Spook!)

This old Python stuff is a bit like wine . It seems to improve over the years.
Unfortunately I was away the day they did Latin at my school so can't claim any expertise in this area.

Holy Grail was another classic. Continuing the Peasant sketch:


Arthur: Then who is your lord?
Woman: We don't have a lord!
Arthur: (spurised) What??
Man: I *told* you! We're an anarcho-syndicalist commune! We're taking
turns to act as a sort of executive-officer-for-the-week--
Arthur: (uninterested) Yes...
Man: But all the decisions *of* that officer 'ave to be ratified at a
special bi-weekly meeting--
Arthur: (perturbed) Yes I see!
Man: By a simple majority, in the case of purely internal affairs--
Arthur: (mad) Be quiet!
Man: But by a two-thirds majority, in the case of more major--
Arthur: (very angry) BE QUIET! I *order* you to be quiet!
Woman: "Order", eh, 'oo does 'e think 'e is?
Arthur: I am your king!
Woman: Well I didn't vote for you!
Arthur: You don't vote for kings!
Woman: Well 'ow'd you become king then?
(holy music up)
Arthur: The Lady of the Lake-- her arm clad in the purest shimmering samite,
held aloft Excalibur from the bosom of the water, signifying by
divine providence that I, Arthur, was to carry Excalibur. THAT is why
I am your king!
Man: (laughingly) Listen: Strange women lying in ponds distributing swords
is no basis for a system of government! Supreme executive power
derives from a mandate from the masses, not from some... farcical
aquatic ceremony!
Arthur: (yelling) BE QUIET!
Man: You can't expect to wield supreme executive power just 'cause some
watery tart threw a sword at you!!
Arthur: (coming forward and grabbing the man) Shut *UP*!
Man: I mean, if I went 'round, saying I was an emperor, just because some
moistened bink had lobbed a scimitar at me, they'd put me away!
Arthur: (throwing the man around) Shut up, will you, SHUT UP!
Man: Aha! Now we see the violence inherent in the system!
Arthur: SHUT UP!
Man: (yelling to all the other workers) Come and see the violence inherent
in the system! HELP, HELP, I'M BEING REPRESSED!
Arthur: (letting go and walking away) Bloody PEASANT!
Man: Oh, what a giveaway! Did'j'hear that, did'j'hear that, eh? That's
what I'm all about! Did you see 'im repressing me? You saw it,
didn't you? !

Now , as yet no answer from Russell( spook) as to whether he has yet bought a 327 , why a 327 indeed we'd all wonder....in a torrential downpour of 350's Spook seeks the dry spot of a 327 , it won't , I can assure you ,fit in that Trumper.

the 327 only exists to stick it up Jaguar......same capacity , less moving parts and better fuel economy with more power than the V12...

yes a masterful thread-jacking you're right Gary , but don't blame me for bringing the Python nuts out of the wood-work.....one phrase , and they pounced...


now , I'm looking for a book.............Ethel the Aardvark goes salt lake racing, the unexpurgated version.