Does anyone no si pitway he in air rifles in a big way thanks

[mendiplogs]

HI ALL DOES ONE NO of SI PITWAY when I mean no him do you know him to speak to thanks all is well in two is their rifles thanks John

[surveyor]

Jabberwocky

BY LEWIS CARROLL

’Twas brillig, and the slithy toves

Did gyre and gimble in the wabe:

All mimsy were the borogoves,

And the mome raths outgrabe.

 

“Beware the Jabberwock, my son!

The jaws that bite, the claws that catch!

Beware the Jubjub bird, and shun

The frumious Bandersnatch!”

 

He took his vorpal sword in hand;

Long time the manxome foe he sought—

So rested he by the Tumtum tree

And stood awhile in thought.

 

And, as in uffish thought he stood,

The Jabberwock, with eyes of flame,

Came whiffling through the tulgey wood,

And burbled as it came!

 

One, two! One, two! And through and through

The vorpal blade went snicker-snack!

He left it dead, and with its head

He went galumphing back.

 

“And hast thou slain the Jabberwock?

Come to my arms, my beamish boy!

O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay!”

He chortled in his joy.

 

’Twas brillig, and the slithy toves

Did gyre and gimble in the wabe:

All mimsy were the borogoves,

And the mome raths outgrabe.

[mendiplogs]

Jabberwocky

BY LEWIS CARROLL

’Twas brillig, and the slithy toves

Did gyre and gimble in the wabe:

All mimsy were the borogoves,

And the mome raths outgrabe.

 

“Beware the Jabberwock, my son!

The jaws that bite, the claws that catch!

Beware the Jubjub bird, and shun

The frumious Bandersnatch!”

 

He took his vorpal sword in hand;

Long time the manxome foe he sought—

So rested he by the Tumtum tree

And stood awhile in thought.

 

And, as in uffish thought he stood,

The Jabberwock, with eyes of flame,

Came whiffling through the tulgey wood,

And burbled as it came!

 

One, two! One, two! And through and through

The vorpal blade went snicker-snack!

He left it dead, and with its head

He went galumphing back.

 

“And hast thou slain the Jabberwock?

Come to my arms, my beamish boy!

O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay!”

He chortled in his joy.

 

’Twas brillig, and the slithy toves

Did gyre and gimble in the wabe:

All mimsy were the borogoves,

And the mome raths outgrabe.

 

Hi mate not more spam is it thanks John

[sloth]

No Jon... bless your cotton socks

[mendiplogs]

No Jon... bless your cotton socks

 

Hi mate thanks for that Jon

[mendiplogs]

No Jon... bless your cotton socks

 

Hi all i'm surprised no one knows him thanks John

[matelot]

Mendiplogs,

 

If you want advice on air rifles why don't you ask here? I'm sure there are many people here with air rifles.

 

What do you want one for? Target shooting? Pest control? Holding up a bank?

[mendiplogs]

Mendiplogs,

 

If you want advice on air rifles why don't you ask here? I'm sure there are many people here with air rifles.

 

What do you want one for? Target shooting? Pest control? Holding up a bank?

 

Hi mate lots I would that some one would no of him thanks Jon