Zippy

Rod Edwards

Anyone else seeing the resemblance? New nickname perhaps?

goonz

Looooool!

One thing though, for best comparison we would need to measure up Zippy's thighs against the gorilla...

I've never seen Zippy's thighs...

inkyfingers

Zippy looks more like Froome to me.

Though i've heard that Zippy climbs mountains with his mouth open.

cyclingsheep

Na, this is Froome

Rod Edwards

haha "Zippy - king of the intermediate sprints". I do see Froome's likeness there too.

No_Ta_Doctor

You boys have got it all wrong.

Here's Froomey trying to adjust his radio earpiece

Rod Edwards

hahahah genius

Rundfahrt

Nah, he looks like Wallace from Wallace and Gromit!

disgruntledgoat

Rundfahrt wrote:

Nah, he looks like Wallace from Wallace and Gromit!

Nah, that's Ed Miliband!

deejay

disgruntledgoat wrote:

Rundfahrt wrote:

Nah, he looks like Wallace from Wallace and Gromit!

Nah, that's Ed Miliband!

Of course, that's where I've seen him before.

hasbeen

Victor Drago out of Rocky


Marcel Kittel

disgruntledgoat

hasbeen wrote:

Victor Drago out of Rocky


Marcel Kittel

Ivan Drago... Sheesh, know your Rocky sequels!

goonz

disgruntledgoat wrote:

Ivan Drago... Sheesh, know your Rocky sequels!

And the best Rocky fight ever!

Rundfahrt

I preferred the second fight with Clubber Lang.

" Ain't so bad...ain't so bad!"

disgruntledgoat

"He's cut! The Russian's cut!"

RideOnTime

goonz wrote:

Looooool!

One thing though, for best comparison we would need to measure up Zippy's thighs against the gorilla...

I've never seen Zippy's thighs...

Poor Zippy has no legs. Does he?

MrTapir

disgruntledgoat wrote:

hasbeen wrote:

Victor Drago out of Rocky


Marcel Kittel

Ivan Drago... Sheesh, know your Rocky sequels!

I have it on good authority that Kittel trains by running through snowy glades carrying a tree trunk, noting the irony as he goes.

By the way your signature is very amusing.

disgruntledgoat

MrTapir wrote:

disgruntledgoat wrote:

hasbeen wrote:

Victor Drago out of Rocky


Marcel Kittel

Ivan Drago... Sheesh, know your Rocky sequels!

I have it on good authority that Kittel trains by running through snowy glades carrying a tree trunk, noting the irony as he goes.

By the way your signature is very amusing.

You n all?

That's how Rocky trained! Drago had that crazy computer simulation and all those drugs.

MrTapir

disgruntledgoat wrote:

MrTapir wrote:

disgruntledgoat wrote:

hasbeen wrote:

Victor Drago out of Rocky


Marcel Kittel

Ivan Drago... Sheesh, know your Rocky sequels!

I have it on good authority that Kittel trains by running through snowy glades carrying a tree trunk, noting the irony as he goes.

By the way your signature is very amusing.

You n all?

That's how Rocky trained! Drago had that crazy computer simulation and all those drugs.

thats why he notes the irony!

disgruntledgoat

Apologies, I missed that bit. I was blinded by rage at somebody getting Rocky VI wrong.

MrTapir

disgruntledgoat wrote:

Apologies, I missed that bit. I was blinded by rage at somebody getting Rocky VI wrong.

Understandable. Its almost as bad as getting Bond wrong.

Edit: Roman numeral FAIL!

disgruntledgoat

MrTapir wrote:

disgruntledgoat wrote:

Apologies, I missed that bit. I was blinded by rage at somebody getting Rocky VI wrong.

Understandable. Its almost as bad as getting Bond wrong.

Edit: Roman numeral FAIL!

Dammit.

You want to know about the Spy Who loved me? I'll tell you about "The Spy Who Loved Me". All do that with your fingers round your eye. I am Roger Moore. Bang! Blood dribbles down. We're on a submarine. Two sailors sit down and have a game of chess. Then the cups start wobbling and then a man who used to be in "The Onedin Line" comes in and goes, "Why are the cups wobbling? What's going on?" And then... yeah, you can stop doing that now. And then he peers down the periscope thing and looks through it and goes, "Oh my God. The submarine's being eaten by a a giant tanker." And then we cut to Moscow. And there's a man there and he's Russian - he's got eyebrows, you know - and he's on the phone going, "What, a whole submarine? You're joking! I'm gonna have to tell some other Russians. See ya!" Right, and then, and then, it cuts to James - Roger Moore - and er, yes, he's with a lady. Yeah. Yeah. He's, he's necking with her. And he goes, "I've got to go, love. Something's come up." Anyway, then he, he, he puts on his underpants and his ski suit and he gets on his skis and he starts skiing. And he's being chased by these Russian shits in black jumpsuits with lemon piping. And, er, he's just skiing along like that, and they start shooting at him, and he goes, "Right! I've had enough of that! Just stop it!" And he turns round with his gun and then he does a backward somersault off this ramp, and he, he lands on his feet - I'm not sure why, but he's not showing off. And then, then he goes over a cliff and he's falling and you think, oh God, James Bond's going to die! He's going to die! But then at the last minute... That's not the end of the beginning. The end of the beginning goes like this: glang! Glanalangalangalangalangalang! Glanalang, langalangalanga, nobody does it better - and I'm a naked woman in silhouette with a gun, spinning round - Makes me feel sad for the rest. Nobody does it - ooh, bit of nipple - quite as good as you. Baby, you're the best. Da, da, da - and now a really big bounce right over and I land on my feet. Da, da, da, da, da, der. I wasn't looking, so now you found me... ooh, bit of bush, er - I tried to hide from your love life - and a woman swinging on a Luger, a giant Luger; ooh, look at that... Like heaven above me - and now another naked woman walking along the top of a gun, completely Billy Bollocks... The spy who loved me is keeping all my secrets safe tonight - and then one more big swing from the woman; legs go right up - ooh, what was that? Too late... Nobody does it half as good as you, baby you're the best

MrTapir

*Applause*

ddraver

disgruntledgoat wrote:

MrTapir wrote:

disgruntledgoat wrote:

Apologies, I missed that bit. I was blinded by rage at somebody getting Rocky VI wrong.

Understandable. Its almost as bad as getting Bond wrong.

Edit: Roman numeral FAIL!

Dammit.

You want to know about the Spy Who loved me? I'll tell you about "The Spy Who Loved Me". All do that with your fingers round your eye. I am Roger Moore. Bang! Blood dribbles down. We're on a submarine. Two sailors sit down and have a game of chess. Then the cups start wobbling and then a man who used to be in "The Onedin Line" comes in and goes, "Why are the cups wobbling? What's going on?" And then... yeah, you can stop doing that now. And then he peers down the periscope thing and looks through it and goes, "Oh my God. The submarine's being eaten by a a giant tanker." And then we cut to Moscow. And there's a man there and he's Russian - he's got eyebrows, you know - and he's on the phone going, "What, a whole submarine? You're joking! I'm gonna have to tell some other Russians. See ya!" Right, and then, and then, it cuts to James - Roger Moore - and er, yes, he's with a lady. Yeah. Yeah. He's, he's necking with her. And he goes, "I've got to go, love. Something's come up." Anyway, then he, he, he puts on his underpants and his ski suit and he gets on his skis and he starts skiing. And he's being chased by these Russian shits in black jumpsuits with lemon piping. And, er, he's just skiing along like that, and they start shooting at him, and he goes, "Right! I've had enough of that! Just stop it!" And he turns round with his gun and then he does a backward somersault off this ramp, and he, he lands on his feet - I'm not sure why, but he's not showing off. And then, then he goes over a cliff and he's falling and you think, oh God, James Bond's going to die! He's going to die! But then at the last minute... That's not the end of the beginning. The end of the beginning goes like this: glang! Glanalangalangalangalangalang! Glanalang, langalangalanga, nobody does it better - and I'm a naked woman in silhouette with a gun, spinning round - Makes me feel sad for the rest. Nobody does it - ooh, bit of nipple - quite as good as you. Baby, you're the best. Da, da, da - and now a really big bounce right over and I land on my feet. Da, da, da, da, da, der. I wasn't looking, so now you found me... ooh, bit of bush, er - I tried to hide from your love life - and a woman swinging on a Luger, a giant Luger; ooh, look at that... Like heaven above me - and now another naked woman walking along the top of a gun, completely Billy ****... The spy who loved me is keeping all my secrets safe tonight - and then one more big swing from the woman; legs go right up - ooh, what was that? Too late... Nobody does it half as good as you, baby you're the best

Half as good as you?

Fail *shakes head*

goonz

MrTapir wrote:

disgruntledgoat wrote:

hasbeen wrote:

Victor Drago out of Rocky


Marcel Kittel

Ivan Drago... Sheesh, know your Rocky sequels!

I have it on good authority that Kittel trains by running through snowy glades carrying a tree trunk, noting the irony as he goes.

By the way your signature is very amusing.

Perhaps he is attempting to imitate Rocky rather than Drago. I mean he has the whole underdog thing going for him already. Now all he needs to do is relinquish his grasp of the English language as he knew it and he should be well on his way.

goonz

disgruntledgoat wrote:

MrTapir wrote:

disgruntledgoat wrote:

Apologies, I missed that bit. I was blinded by rage at somebody getting Rocky VI wrong.

Understandable. Its almost as bad as getting Bond wrong.

Edit: Roman numeral FAIL!

Dammit.

You want to know about the Spy Who loved me? I'll tell you about "The Spy Who Loved Me". All do that with your fingers round your eye. I am Roger Moore. Bang! Blood dribbles down. We're on a submarine. Two sailors sit down and have a game of chess. Then the cups start wobbling and then a man who used to be in "The Onedin Line" comes in and goes, "Why are the cups wobbling? What's going on?" And then... yeah, you can stop doing that now. And then he peers down the periscope thing and looks through it and goes, "Oh my God. The submarine's being eaten by a a giant tanker." And then we cut to Moscow. And there's a man there and he's Russian - he's got eyebrows, you know - and he's on the phone going, "What, a whole submarine? You're joking! I'm gonna have to tell some other Russians. See ya!" Right, and then, and then, it cuts to James - Roger Moore - and er, yes, he's with a lady. Yeah. Yeah. He's, he's necking with her. And he goes, "I've got to go, love. Something's come up." Anyway, then he, he, he puts on his underpants and his ski suit and he gets on his skis and he starts skiing. And he's being chased by these Russian shits in black jumpsuits with lemon piping. And, er, he's just skiing along like that, and they start shooting at him, and he goes, "Right! I've had enough of that! Just stop it!" And he turns round with his gun and then he does a backward somersault off this ramp, and he, he lands on his feet - I'm not sure why, but he's not showing off. And then, then he goes over a cliff and he's falling and you think, oh God, James Bond's going to die! He's going to die! But then at the last minute... That's not the end of the beginning. The end of the beginning goes like this: glang! Glanalangalangalangalangalang! Glanalang, langalangalanga, nobody does it better - and I'm a naked woman in silhouette with a gun, spinning round - Makes me feel sad for the rest. Nobody does it - ooh, bit of nipple - quite as good as you. Baby, you're the best. Da, da, da - and now a really big bounce right over and I land on my feet. Da, da, da, da, da, der. I wasn't looking, so now you found me... ooh, bit of bush, er - I tried to hide from your love life - and a woman swinging on a Luger, a giant Luger; ooh, look at that... Like heaven above me - and now another naked woman walking along the top of a gun, completely Billy ****... The spy who loved me is keeping all my secrets safe tonight - and then one more big swing from the woman; legs go right up - ooh, what was that? Too late... Nobody does it half as good as you, baby you're the best

And breath....drinking on a school night again?

thomthom

disgruntledgoat wrote:

MrTapir wrote:

disgruntledgoat wrote:

Apologies, I missed that bit. I was blinded by rage at somebody getting Rocky VI wrong.

Understandable. Its almost as bad as getting Bond wrong.

Edit: Roman numeral FAIL!

Dammit.

You want to know about the Spy Who loved me? I'll tell you about "The Spy Who Loved Me". All do that with your fingers round your eye. I am Roger Moore. Bang! Blood dribbles down. We're on a submarine. Two sailors sit down and have a game of chess. Then the cups start wobbling and then a man who used to be in "The Onedin Line" comes in and goes, "Why are the cups wobbling? What's going on?" And then... yeah, you can stop doing that now. And then he peers down the periscope thing and looks through it and goes, "Oh my God. The submarine's being eaten by a a giant tanker." And then we cut to Moscow. And there's a man there and he's Russian - he's got eyebrows, you know - and he's on the phone going, "What, a whole submarine? You're joking! I'm gonna have to tell some other Russians. See ya!" Right, and then, and then, it cuts to James - Roger Moore - and er, yes, he's with a lady. Yeah. Yeah. He's, he's necking with her. And he goes, "I've got to go, love. Something's come up." Anyway, then he, he, he puts on his underpants and his ski suit and he gets on his skis and he starts skiing. And he's being chased by these Russian shits in black jumpsuits with lemon piping. And, er, he's just skiing along like that, and they start shooting at him, and he goes, "Right! I've had enough of that! Just stop it!" And he turns round with his gun and then he does a backward somersault off this ramp, and he, he lands on his feet - I'm not sure why, but he's not showing off. And then, then he goes over a cliff and he's falling and you think, oh God, James Bond's going to die! He's going to die! But then at the last minute... That's not the end of the beginning. The end of the beginning goes like this: glang! Glanalangalangalangalangalang! Glanalang, langalangalanga, nobody does it better - and I'm a naked woman in silhouette with a gun, spinning round - Makes me feel sad for the rest. Nobody does it - ooh, bit of nipple - quite as good as you. Baby, you're the best. Da, da, da - and now a really big bounce right over and I land on my feet. Da, da, da, da, da, der. I wasn't looking, so now you found me... ooh, bit of bush, er - I tried to hide from your love life - and a woman swinging on a Luger, a giant Luger; ooh, look at that... Like heaven above me - and now another naked woman walking along the top of a gun, completely Billy ****... The spy who loved me is keeping all my secrets safe tonight - and then one more big swing from the woman; legs go right up - ooh, what was that? Too late... Nobody does it half as good as you, baby you're the best

patchy

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