Hiya MOMrades, sorry it's taken me so long to catch up after a couple mercifully forum-free days. Is there any cake left?
In no particular order: (because M.O.M rejects order. Order is for sissies.)
Simon bts, welcome to the vaunted halls of M.O.MORAFdom! As the most freshly minted Mean Old Man of the Royal Air Force, there's a brunette banner banging on your billet, best bake you a cake, (bunt) she'll be by in a bit.
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Andy, gorgeous new piece. Your last few have outbeauteousnessed each other, this one and the recent image of stones are my favorites...except for all the others you've posted. My Dad got to see the first couple you shared and was duly impressed, he would have loved these latest as much as I do.
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Mac m'lad, I'm in. On all of it. Bear with me, I'll get back up to full speed shortly.
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Shawn Silver Phantom, apologies for my inverted responses, we've already emailed prior to my having seen your posts. I believe you're all caught up, yes?
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M.O.M History goes a little something like this:
Well over two years ago Chet SheiBe Kopf created a thread bemoaning the lack of "mature" players in Dogfight. He was weary of "what grade are you in?" being the general level of conversational engagement and wondered if there might be no fellow adults in the DF community. He was quickly deluged with simpatico responses. I floated the idea that a grown-up squad would be fun. Nobody said "STFU". I pitched dominant Ace Brian Strachan on joining, saying, "If you're on board, I'll pursue it. If not, it was an amusing idea." He was on board...and it's still an amusing idea. In a matter of hours we went from a two man squad to a twelve M.O.M squad, a week later there were dozens of us and the rest, as they say, is a complimentary facial.
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