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I’m the wolf whistle blower of Legio XXX Menervous. Buuurp!! Pardon me!
What are you staring at? Have you never seen a Wearwolf before?
Leave that siege-tower to me, lads! I have a head for hides!
And now, for my next number, I’ll just play the first thing that comes to my head….”Fangs for the Memories!”
Quintus wrestled with the decision of whether or not to tell his embarrassing horn-piping father that he was being swallowed whole by a giant wolf.
I wish someone would come up with a better invention for a pipe!!
Come on lads, don’t be shy! Who’ll play Little Red Riding Hood?
Stand back lads, I’ve got the horn!
An extremely rare photo of one of the founders of the skinhead movement which originated in Londonium in the late 60s BC, about to play a corny piece of Oi music
Sandus the Alsatian would have done ANYTHING to protect Tullius, his master.
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Well, boys, all together now :Oh when the Legions/Go marchin’in/MARS I want to be in that number…
The lads tried to warn me that if I went to that brothel I would end up with something nasty on my helmet!
I’m the mascot of Twelfth Fulminata
Not for me, lorica segmentata
I prefer my cape Wolf
And my cornu aloof,
My phalera and war coat hamata.
The enemy’s hiding inside those straw huts, Vulpus! Better start huffin’ ‘n’ puffin’!
The entire cohort looked fixedly at the war prisoners about to be executed. The cornicern came forward and said officially: “I’m the top brass here. Any last requests?”
Julius’s friends weren’t sure whether his audition piece of playing a trumpet with a wolf sat on his head, would quite cut it with the judges of ‘Rome’s got talent’.
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Sandus the Alzatian would have done anything to protect Tullius, his master.
All together now, fellows: Oh when the Legions / Go marchin’ in / Mars I want to be in that number…
My name is Lupus Galerus Maximus. ( Translated as a soldier with a large wolfskin on my helmet
My job is to entertain the lads here. They have an especially howlin’ good time when I play the theme from “Dances with Wolves”!
We’re from the Wolves Supporters Club. So, everytime they score a gaul, we blow our horns !
-“Sound the lunch break, Wolfy! We’re hungry!”
-” Yeah, Wolfy! I could eat a horse!”
-” Hang on lads! Tescolum is just round the corner!”
It became apparent that the costume depatment had messed up when the cast of STOMP asked for something a little more ‘Latin’
“…and I thought it was only rats & children that were supposed to follow me”
“Can’t you recognize a brass-hole when you see one?”
“Someday I’ll make Road Runner stand still long enough for me to finish my Looney Tune!”!”
“Don’t shoot me; I’m only the cornu player!”
“You’ll never catch me bear-headed like some snobby signifers I know!”
“Miles on Hadrian’s wall – who’s the furest of them all?”
…and the wolf cried: ” Oh boy!”
The wolf, huffed and he puffd but couldn’t make a sound.
“I regret I am unable to start my corncerto until I can get rid of a few teething problems which are still preying on my mind!”
“Don’t let the enemy scare you, boys! They’re just a bunch of woad-painted punks dyeing to get into battle!”
Discipline is what the Roman Army’s all about. If anyone of these lads misbehaves, I blow my top!
Right lads I’ll give the fox a head start then blow the horn to start the hunt
Even 2 hours in after the epic opening where the Romans defeat the Germanic Tribe, Russell Crowe’s on screen pet dog still insisted on following him around.
My name is Maximus Decimus Meridius, commander of the Armies of the North, General of the Felix Legions, loyal servant to the true emperor, Marcus Aurelius. Owner to a murdered wolf, husband to a murdered wife. And I will blow my trumpet, in this life or the next.
I am a wolf. Bring yer bravest Knights.
I could have danced with Kevin Costner and become a movie-star but I just blew it!
Just because I wouldn’t play along, the family thinks of me as the black sheep dressed in wolf’s clothing.
Take it from cornicern Cassanova, lads! If a wolf-whistle doesn’t work, give her a song and dance about everlasting love! Just staring at her will get you nowhere!
Everyone else knew it but couldn’t tell him, faux wolf hats are so last year.
We’re the 1812th Wolf Gang Armoured Gladius Hazards famous for our pilum throwing precision and fur play.
These cold sabine wenches are just a bunch of sour grapes! Definitely not worth all the song and dance!
Next time I have a legionary for lunch, I’ll make him take off his helmet first!
Despite Romulus building a vast empire and leading the army, the mother-wolf still insisted on seeing him off to work everyday.
We are the Boots on the Ground
I’m doing a dress rehearsal of Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart’s corncerto in A(sia) Minor. Hope you have a howlin’ good time!
Arminius has promised us a taste of Teutoburg Forest gateau if I play for him an excerpt from Wolfgang’s 1812.
I really blew it this time, lads! I thought it was a costume ball!
Every now and then I like to sink my fangs into a horn on the sod!
If a wolf wanted to have a taste of your galea, you’d be very cornicerned too!
‘….yes I know Caesar is a good general, but he’s always blowing his own trumpet!’
If we don’t beat the Brits today, I’ll eat his hat!
As soon as my wife sees me coming, she shuts the door in my face, the bloody pig!
All we have to do is jeer at the enemy and call them “chicken” and Wolfy here, tears them apart for us!
With every cornu, you get 2 free torques and a wolfskin cape until packs last!
“We will exterminate, exterminate, exterminate”
“Hey, Darius, you were supposed to wear an “ascot” not the bloody mascot” !
[ Darius was mortified and vowed to never drink again ]
Tally ho. Eyes peeled people, those foxes get more cunning with each hunt.
I use an aggressive “Head & Shoulders” to cure my dandruff problem.
This fancy headgear isn’t really mine, you know. He’s just a loan wolf.
I ‘m this shithead’s bodyguard. That’s why I’m covering his ass!
Maximus still had a little work to do before his “Marching Band” concept caught on…
Nobody does anything till I blow