I was a tank commander in the Napoleonic Wars. Murat was my driver,
“I was a tank commander...”
Yes, I remember you. I used to sleep with your driver’s wife, Carol BonedApart, while he was getting his fancy hair curled.
Ney way! Next you’ll say you crawled on your stomach all the way from Moscow to Paris with the Old Guard.
I was a kernel in the Mureen Corpse.
As you know, Mureen was a brand of eye drops.
I remember running into a guy at a bar who claimed that he used to carry a minigun as a Marine.