Congrats Brag! Unfortunately I'm stalking a convoy about 300 nm north of the Azores right now and will be unable to attend. Best wishes go out to you and your unlucky crew however

Grrrreat party, Wolves!
Corsair, you're back just in time!
Thniper, the lady we have is not quite as good. It's wartime--remember?

Mush Martin wins the prize for sideways dancing

Big Boy Wolly wins the tango-schatzie wiggle waggle 2 step torpedoe dance!

We drink to the health of Fogh who impeccably performs his duty.
To Mohr who is also doing his thing.

We offer a toast and sing When you Return to our kameraden out to sea.

Who in the hell is the bastard who started shoting his pistol?

Ah, and there you are, Penelope, cool as mein Fuhrer on his coffee events.

Raise your glasses, Kameraden. Victory is near! :()1: :()1: :()1: :()1: :()1: :()1:

Let my G friend be in this party.

Let me in this party! U-869 is docked, wait for me and my crew! :()1: :()1:

Come on in, meet the rest of the Wolves, scallawags and other shady seagoing characters. :D

Im too drunk HICK!!!, Brag, find me a empty couch for me to rest on a lil bit.:()1::()1:

danke
But I wasnt dancing
Just trying to get to the bar :oops:

:rotfl:

You lot are a disgrace... but him over there with his shirt off, I wouldn't kick him out of bed I don't think. ;):rotfl:

:cool: <--leaning against the bar, using elbows for extra support,
feet well planted on the rocking floor, wondering which maniac grabbed her fancy.

The party is progressing like a convoy about to be massacred. A champagne bottle flyes through the air. "Aaaalaaarm." Someone crash-dives and hits bottom.

"J'atendres. le jour et la nuit, J'atendre tojour . . ."

Madame Lulu attempts to restore order, her enourmous chest heaving like the bow of a Revenge. She's torpedoed and sinks into a couch. Who is that caught beneath her?

"Let's have another drink."