Sorry, but to follow up on my last post, excuse me? I'm supposed to be be perspiring through Detroit on my way to Japan in a few days? Why don't you just strap me inside an APV in Basra, Iraq, for a couple of days, under PFC Ryan Morgan's diligent care, and let me look for IEDs? (Umm, those are mines that are supposed to penetrate Armored Personnel Vehicles. They're personally designed by Allah. Yes, He actually oversees their manufacture, each and every shining one).
There are two choices with the shell game. Okay, three. I lost count. But in this case I'D TAKE DOOR NUMBER TWO.
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