Bad #NAFO poetry
For more fuel they all wait while they howl,
With Ukraine in the sky on the prowl,
Their blood to be shed,
The orcs will be dead,
When the drone comes to visit, full o’ growl.
For more fuel they all wait while they howl,
With Ukraine in the sky on the prowl,
Their blood to be shed,
The orcs will be dead,
When the drone comes to visit, full o’ growl.
Ukrainian sanctions are beginning to bite in occupied Luhansk, where massive fuel shortages have caused long lines at gas stations. Local residents are waiting for hours as supplies of AI-92 and AI-95 gasoline run dry.
September 1, 2025 at 5:21 PM
Bad #NAFO poetry
For more fuel they all wait while they howl,
With Ukraine in the sky on the prowl,
Their blood to be shed,
The orcs will be dead,
When the drone comes to visit, full o’ growl.
For more fuel they all wait while they howl,
With Ukraine in the sky on the prowl,
Their blood to be shed,
The orcs will be dead,
When the drone comes to visit, full o’ growl.
🇺🇦 Unit Observer, which monitors the movement of both our and enemy units along the front line, has spotted another Russian regrouping in the Dobropillya direction.
After the redeployment of units from the Sumy and Kherson directions, the offensive is likely to enter a new phase soon.
After the redeployment of units from the Sumy and Kherson directions, the offensive is likely to enter a new phase soon.
September 1, 2025 at 4:49 PM
Bad #NAFO poetry:
For now there is talk of Flamingo,
With three hits on the orcs by jingo!
To make them all dead,
Till they have all fled,
Harrah! We now call out a bingo!
For now there is talk of Flamingo,
With three hits on the orcs by jingo!
To make them all dead,
Till they have all fled,
Harrah! We now call out a bingo!
Ukraine has announced their first use of the new Flamingo cruise missile against Russia. Three of their Flamingo cruise missiles were launched against an FSB outpost in Crimea.
September 1, 2025 at 3:52 PM
Bad #NAFO poetry:
For now there is talk of Flamingo,
With three hits on the orcs by jingo!
To make them all dead,
Till they have all fled,
Harrah! We now call out a bingo!
For now there is talk of Flamingo,
With three hits on the orcs by jingo!
To make them all dead,
Till they have all fled,
Harrah! We now call out a bingo!