Lee Oswald The Cop Killer

[John Iacoletti]

Huh?

Every Chapman post makes more sense than the next one.

[Bill Chapman]

Huh?

Dirty Harry: "Smith, Wesson... and me"

Dirty Harvey: Smith, Wesson... and Lee.
(Tippit murder scene)

[Colin Crow]

I'm doing OK....Thank you.   I've been diagnosed with prostate cancer.   The treatments I'm taking have side effects that are not pleasant .   I only mention this because i'm sure there are other old men in the group that may benefit from my experience.

But let's keep it private.....  Use PM

Best wishes to you Walt. Hope things go well for you.

[Ray Mitcham]

I think Chappers has been watching too many cop films. He seems to have fallen for "the cops are always right".

[Ray Mitcham]

Best wishes to you Walt. Hope things go well for you.

Seconded, Walt. Hope you win your battle.

[Bill Chapman]

I think Chappers has been watching too many cop films. He seems to have fallen for "the cops are always right".

 

Dirty Harry: "Smith, Wesson... and me"

Dirty Harvey: Smith, Wesson... and Lee
(The Tippit thing; that's my point, RayBan)

By the way when are you actually going to say something witty

[Ray Mitcham]

Dirty Harry: "Smith, Wesson... and me"

Dirty Harvey: Smith, Wesson... and Lee
(The Tippit thing; that's my point, RayBan)

By the way when are you actually going to say something witty

"Probably" a lot sooner than you do.

[Bill Chapman]

"Probably" a lot sooner than you do.

Dude, the Tippit S&W-reference thing
Great summation in one brilliant line

Right on the money and mocks you little OswaldAs I was walking a' alane, I heard twa corbies makin' a mane. The tane untae the tither did say, Whaur sail we gang and dine the day, O. Whaur sail we gang and dine the day?  It's in ahint yon auld fail dyke I wot there lies a new slain knight; And naebody kens that he lies there But his hawk and his hound, and his lady fair, O. But his hawk and his hound, and his lady fair.  His hound is to the hunting gane His hawk to fetch the wild-fowl hame, His lady ta'en anither mate, So we may mak' our dinner swate, O. So we may mak' our dinner swate.  Ye'll sit on his white hause-bane, And I'll pike oot his bonny blue e'en Wi' ae lock o' his gowden hair We'll theek oor nest when it grows bare, O. We'll theek oor nest when it grows bare.  There's mony a ane for him maks mane But nane sail ken whaur he is gane O'er his white banes when they are bare The wind sail blaw for evermair, O. The wind sail blaw for evermair.'es