Well lets start with chess.

The story is another guy was hired for the role but he was a heavy smoker and deadly sick when they started shooting. So Brooks called up his buddy Gene and said "get yer butt down here"

Someone else confirm it with googling ... I know I heard and read the same story many times.

Once upon a time there was a bear and it was put onto a flag waved by Americans who had entered Mexico illegally and were denied the right to own or rent property. They were sick of being treated poorly as immigrants, so they said fuck the Mexican government, we are gonna revolt. And they did. And for a small time in history, they ruled their slice of Mexico as The California Republic.

Then the really real American military showed up and said, "Fuck you, you're gonna be drafted into the really real republic and yer gonna fight the Mexicans for real. And we're gonna take your land that you took from the Mexicans, and it's gonna be called America, bitch."

True Story.

Sorry, my poor Canadian ears heard:

"do yer hexy life wall moan"

But now that I read it, I can only hear it correctly.

Fackkin' wallabies mate! All ya want is to grow a few tuber right, but they right creepin' around at night eatin' up your yer plants. I Reckon we whack down a few of them little sappies and fix us a right fence to keep the right buggers out.

*promote

Some fine comedy yer got here, mister.

"This isn't something that you read in a history book"

fuck yeah!! We don't want none of yer fancy "book-readin" round these here parts.

I got yer angry bird right here. I got two of em, yous sons of bitches.

Always avoid women that like and frequently wield knives. Always. It's just GODDAMN common knowledge, son. Now if you don't stop askin' stupid fuckin' questions... grandpappy's gonna beatcha senseless. But it seems ya already lost yer sense so why don't you just break off a long thin tree branch, pull off all them leaves and little teeny branches, bring over grandpappy that switch and grandpappy'll just flog your little ass red.

Jesus, I'm sorry -- the spirit of grandpappy invaded my body like i was a Bene Gesserit whore. Not today, grandpappy.

Yer getting older. He was always that curmudgeon-y.

Get yer groove thang on after a big meal [or not] ... Adele with the Roots is positively delightful! *promote

Oh that Eastern European fear. I vant to suck yer blood! (Happy Halloween!)

Meh. Still kickin'.

I just tried slacklining for the first time yesterday. It was exciting, cool, & slightly painful.

It's basically like whooping yourself with a belt if you bail the wrong way.

Also.. core strength.

But yeah, World Juggling Day was this past Saturday.

Got drunk on tasty beer and played with glowing juggling equipment.

Pretty awesome weekend I guess.

Hope yer feelin' well too!

What yer' lerking atttt?????

It's tragic when The Onion has the most pertinent headline and it still applies perfectly.

‘No Way To Prevent This,’ Says Only Nation Where This Regularly Happens

But hey, don't let dem took yer gurns!
*related=http://videosift.com/video/Jim-Jefferies-on-gun-control

Its the section commander (secco) that shouted (highlighted by lucky above), and likely the platoon sergeant (dude in front), or one of the bystanders that said move.

They are well within their rights to command civilians to make way for the drill formation.

It is not a catafalque parade, no such restrictions on keepin yer trap shut exist in normal drill for seccos or platoon sergeants.