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Do they really want some stories?? I might be able to think something up.
Interesting. Might be time to dust off some of my old "The Munsters" fanfics ...
hilarious.....
A must read!
LMAO!
Frenchurian dweeb
Is it possible to look
More dorky each week?
(From the linked article,I had to share it)
They ate in silence, rarely looking up from their food. The young El-Tee felt shame; his love for the agent, whose name he did not know, who's mission he could not know, was as endless as it was unrequited.
"I like your hat" he said. And regretted it immediately. Man, he thought, did that sound as desperate to him as it sounded to me?
The agent grunted. It' was one of the things he found irresistable about him. "Gimme that ketchup, huh?" He said, motioning to the small plastic bottle.
"Sure" he replied, moving a little too eagerly to comply with the request. "Anything you want, just ask..."
"This'll do" the agent said, taking the ketchup. Their fingertips topuched; to the El-tee it was like a brief spark, like running his tongue across the top of a 9-volt battery. He tried for eye contact but got nothing for his efforts. "You like ketchup, huh? I can't stand that stuff myself."
"Whatever" the agent said, and began eating. "Worst Christmas ever." he said around a mouthfull of snake meat. meat.
"Yea" said the El-tee. "Me too." He looked at his hands. "Crap" he muttered, "got ketchup on my sleeve." The agent remained silent. "That's how I got my first purple heart you know." he added, smiling. The agent gave him a look - the look you give a dead animal suddenly found in your path. "Kidding" he added quickly.
Silence roared between them until he finally got up the nerve. "I got you a gift." He said, and he produced the wrapped box.
"Is this a joke?" Was the response, but he took the box and ripped the paper off. He opened it and lifted the watch.
"It's a real Rolex. I picked it up in Saigon."
The CIA man was creeped out, but he knew he could hock the watch for 10 bucks, probably to the same crook that sold it to the squid. "Uh, thanks, I guess. But I didn't get you nothin'..."
"It's okay..." he said, but his voice cracked.
"Wait" the guy said "here, take the hat."
The LT stared, his jaw agape, at the most beautiful blonde flat top he'd ever laid eyes on...
Some funny stories! Thanks!
Check out these hilarious stories!
http://www.mudvillegazette.com/archives/001152.html
Kerry was a warrior
From the land of the morning brunch,
With his Thompson gun for hire,
Prosciutto and shrimp for lunch.
The deal was made in Cape Cod
On a dark and stormy night,
So he set out for Cambodia
To join the bloody fight.
In Christmas '68, he fought the Viet Cong
With his finger on the trigger,
Or maybe on a bong?
For days and nights he battled
The Khmer to their knees,
He killed to pad his resume
Of his Service, Vietnamese.
Kerry the Thompson Gunner
Kerry the Thompson Gunner
His comrades fought beside him,
Van Owen and the rest,
But of all the Thompson gunners,
Kerry was the best,
So the CIA decided to reward all of that,
That son of a bitch Van Owen gave Kerry his hat.
Kerry the Hatted Thompson Gunner,
Hyannisport's favorite son,
They can still see his Lurch-like body
Stalking through the night,
In the muzzle flash of Kerry's Thompson gun,
In the muzzle flash of Kerry's Thompson gun.
Kerry searched the continent
For the man who'd doffed his brim,
He found him in Hue City,
In a barroom drinking gin.
Kerry raised his attache,
He showed the secret stash,
And he bored Van Owen shitless
With stories vain and brash.
Kerry the Hatted Thompson Gunner,
Talkin' about the man.
The eternal Thompson Gunner,
Still boring us to tears,
With tales of Vietnam,
Embellished o'er the years.
From firefights to spooky ops,
Purple Hearts for tick biiiiiiiites,
Howard Dean, screamed his scream,
And Kerry's Thompson gun was on us.
Looks like fun. Too tired to read it tonight. Mark for tomorrow.
"It was a dark and stormy night on the pitching deck of PCF-44. Seared-- seared-- into my memory was the date: December 25th, 1968. And the place: Somewhere along the rain-swollen rivers of Cambodia. Yup. There I was. No shi*."
HAHAHAHAHA.
