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GeoffreyCarter (John Sutton), a young British commando officer, is sent into Nazi-occupied France as a one-man raid to help the RAF destroying a munitions factory with help from a patriotic farmer, M. Bonnard (Lee J. Cobb). Carter is selected because of his ability to speak French fluently.

Bonnard gathers the local farmers in the village to tell them about Carter's plan to set their crops alight in the fields that surround the munitions factory to act as a beacon for an RAF bombing raid. Most of the farmers agree because of their hatred of the occupation, but Grandet (Marcel Dalio) refuses saying that burning their crops would bring more problems and would only result in them having less food.

German Sgt. Block (Howard Da Silva), who is attracted to Odette, becomes suspicious when he hears that Pierre has returned to the village without registering or showing his papers. He visits Mme. Bonnard (Beulah Bondi) and confirms his suspicions by asking to see a photograph of her son. He immediately has Carter and the Bonnard family, with the exception of Odette, arrested and taken into custody. Block tells his captain (Richard Derr) that Odette is a supporter of the German occupation, which the captain exploits by telling her to find out what Carter was planning or her family will be executed.

Odette finds Grandet, who is drinking alone in a local caf, to ask him what he knows about Carter's mission. He reveals the objective is to destroy the munitions factory, but for fear of being overheard they part company before he's able to reveal details of the bombing raid. Odette rushes back to the prison and finds her family lined up in front of a firing squad. She tells the captain what she knows, but he gives the order to fire and Odette sees her family executed.

The captain issues arrest orders for anyone in the village suspected to be part of the plot. He then takes a group of soldiers to the factory in an attempt to stop the plot from happening, still not knowing it will be bombed in an air raid. All the women farmers from the village become suspects and are arrested and imprisoned.

Traumatised and feeling vengeful, Odette plays along as a German sympathiser and visits the jail where Carter and the locals are being held. She stabs Block with a shard of glass from a broken mirror when they are alone, takes his keys and releases the other prisoners.

Carter, Odette and the farmers escape and make their way to the fields surrounding the munitions factory and successfully set fire to the crops just in time for the RAF bombers to find their target and destroy the factory.

Quentin Tarantino picked Tonight We Raid Calais as one of his five favorite World War II films. It was one of the films he discovered while doing research for his own World War II film, Inglourious Basterds.[2]

Before I get to the Funbag, just a quick reminder that I'll be at Comic Con on Saturday, doing the Immortality panel at 10AM in Room 7AB. You can buy a copy of "The Postmortal" a month early if you go. And you get to meet me! And then you get to ignore me when you realize that one of the dudes who wrote The Dark Knight is also on the stage. Should be fun. Truth be told, you may want to stay far away from me, as my large intestine will be full of chorizo from a 24-hour binge. It's not my fault the East Coast has no idea how to make proper chorizo.

When I was in college, the gym facility had an equipment manager named Chappy (every equipment manager is required by law to have a cute nickname, like Chappy or Gordo or Stumpy), and Chappy's job was to issue you towels and all that. He also issued jocks, regardless of whether or not you played on a team (if memory serves). And so when you went to work out or lift weights and you were a guy, you wore a jock under your gym shorts. Or, at least, I did. Seemed comfortable, and made me feel little naughty all at the same time. A real thrill. Ever touch yourself while wearing a jock? SEXY.

Anyway, college ended and I went off to live on my own, but I still had a number of jocks I had stolen from Chappy. College kids do this all the time. They steal as much shit from the school as possible before graduation because stealing is crazy fun. So I wore these to the gym, but I never washed them because I am a repulsive person. Eventually, the Mrs. told me to toss the old jocks and so I began going commando in my gym shorts at the gym. Loose gym shorts, not tightass bike shorts.

Like Mike, I have no clue if this is appropriate or not. Is it wrong to go the gym and wear nothing under your shorts? Because I'm al fresco. I don't want to wear underpants under my gym shorts. They'll get all sweaty and disgusting. So I wear nothing. And I take great pains to make sure I don't hang brain at any time while working out. I'm not Italian. I don't like showing off my testicles to people. I know that would be uncouth. So it's okay to freeball in gym shorts, right? Or have I been doing it wrong this whole time? I can't answer this one myself.

Everyone has found themselves in this situation at some point in life. And as someone who has executed this maneuver in the past, I can tell you it's incredibly unpleasant. You get in the shower knowing you're about to witness mankind at its worst, and somehow it manages to exceed your expectations. Because the second the water hits your ass, you get the brown liquid spattering onto the tiles, and then the smell hits because it has nowhere else to travel and you have to quickly soap up your hand and jam it up your ass to clean out all the shit particles. And you close your eyes and scrub hard as you can, just trying to hold on and withstand the initial onslaught. But if you're like me, you ALWAYS end up looking down a couple times before you're done because you just can't help it. God, it's horrible.

And then you'll have to spend a good amount of time making sure every visible poop speck is washed down the drain. Then you have to worry about if any stray poop still remains on your hand before you go washing your hair. Are you about to get poop in your hair? After all, that was A LOT of poop you just medivac'd out of your own asscrack. Did it really all hit the shower floor in a nice and tidy fashion? CHAOS THEORY SAYS NO. I've jumped into the shower without wiping a few times (and, God help me, a couple of times when I thought I had wiped thoroughly only to be SORELY mistaken), and I can tell you it isn't worth it. Find something to wipe with. Get rid of that initial payload. Don't go into a shower with half a turtle still lurking in the soft canyon. You will regret it. Deeply.

Do you think if you had special powers where you could dictate the outcome of 10 of your favorite team's plays throughout the NFL that you could manage these magic bullets all the way to a Super Bowl championship? Your team is in dire need of a turnover? Boom, interception on demand. Down 6 at your own 1 with 5 seconds left? 99-yard Hail Mary coming right up.

The challenge, of course, would be in using these 10 plays judiciously. And, for the sake of the question, let's say you root for a mediocre team like the Dolphins instead of a powerhouse like the Patriots, because that would be easy mode.

It's hard to say, because there are mediocre teams that go through a season losing close game after close game, where one play can make a difference, and then there are mediocre teams that are so wildly inconsistent that they alternate between being on the right and wrong side of a blowout each week. So to use your special powers to give an otherwise average team a chance to win a title, you'd need a team that kept things close and somehow always fucked it up at the end. Because if you picked some team that got blown out every three or four weeks, you'd exhaust your magic karma reversals over the course of a single playoff game. And it couldn't be a shitty team like the 2010 Vikings, a team so beset by injuries and poor decision-making that 10 plays aren't going to make much of a difference in the end.

Let's use your example and go with the 2010 Dolphins (final record of 7-9), a team that truly was average in every way. You could use your power to reverse their loss to Pittsburgh by making sure that Big Ben's fumble WAS recovered by Miami, thus ensuring their victory. That gets them to 8-8. Give them a miracle touchdown in the Cleveland game they lost 13-10, and you get them to 9-7. Take away Ryan Fitzpatrick's first TD pass in their loss to Buffalo in Week 15, and maybe they hold on to win 14-13 (though it's no guarantee you wouldn't have to use an extra miracle there). That's 10-6. Use two more miracles to get them to beat Detroit and they're 11-5 but STILL not playoff eligible in the AFC. At that point, you'd need a bunch of your five remaining miracles to erase one of the blowout losses they suffered and that leaves you with nothing left come playoff time, when they'd be exposed by a superior team.

The ten miracles don't seem to help Miami, according to my THOROUGHLY RESEARCHED AND UNIMPEACHABLE analysis. For it to make a real difference, you need to start with a team's that's already playoff bound, but not good enough to win it all on their own. Imagine having ten chances to reverse Andy Reid if you were an Eagles fan. NOTHING WOULD STOP YOU.

Well, diarrhea is last, obviously. You could add snot, piss, and saliva to that list and diarrhea is still the last. It's diarrhea. It's unpleasant. I think I'd pull an upset and go with period blood as my first choice. Goes down quickly. Not as viscous as cum. Cum is tricky because you'd basically have to shake the glass to make sure every drop got out, or use a chopstick around the inside edge of the glass to fully empty it. It's just a lot more work. And in the end, you're not getting cake batter out of that. You're getting ejaculate. Really adds insult to injury.

Watching baseball the other day and they promoted an upcoming giveaway in which all fans 48 inches and shorter received a free item. Obviously this was intended for kids but do this also include midgets? They are under 48 inches.

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