Tipped Martini Squadron

Welcome to the home of the much vaunted and ballyhooed Brotherhood of manly men who do manly things a man's way in a man's world. We fly model airplanes and indulge in the consumption of Perfect Vodka Martinis.

TMS president and bartender

Lovely view from atop the tit.

Oh, I have slipped the surly bonds of earth,
And danced the skies on laughter-silvered wings;
Sunward I've climbed and joined the tumbling mirth
Of sun-split clouds and done a hundred things
You have not dreamed of—
Wheeled and soared and swung
High in the sunlit silence.
Hovering there
I've chased the shouting wind along and flung
My eager craft through footless halls of air.
Up, up along delirious, burning blue
I've topped the wind-swept heights with easy grace,
Where never lark, or even eagle flew;
And, while with silent, lifting mind I've trod
The high untrespassed sanctity of space,
Put out my hand, and touched the face of God.

—John Gillespie Magee Jr., "High Flight"

Stingingly cold Martini

"There is no sugar in a martini; no eggwhites, no black and white rums, no shaved almonds, no fruit juice, no chocolate, and no spices.... It is a clear, clean, cold, pure, honest drink..."-the Bartender

Welcome to the home of the much vaunted and ballyhooed Brotherhood of manly men who do manly things a man's way in a man's world. We fly model airplanes and indulge in the consumption of Perfect Vodka Martinis.

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