To: softwarecreator
Ted Striker: My orders came through. My squadron ships out tomorrow. We're bombing the storage depots at Daiquiri at 1800 hours. We're coming in from the north, below their radar.
Elaine Dickinson: When will you be back?
Ted Striker: I can't tell you that. It's classified.
58 posted on
09/17/2005 4:50:39 PM PDT by
Killborn
(God bless the rescuers, God bless the Commander in Chief, and God bless America.)
To: Killborn
Doctor: Captain, how soon can you land?
Pilot: I can't tell.
Doctor: You can tell me. I'm a doctor.
Captain: No. I mean I'm just not sure.
Pilot: Well, can't you take a guess?
Captain: Well, not for another two hours.
Pilot: You can't take a guess for another two hours?
65 posted on
09/17/2005 5:02:38 PM PDT by
softwarecreator
(Facts are to liberals as holy water is to vampires.)
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