[TPartyType]

"They told me they wanted to go to America after the war. I said where. They said California. I said why? They said the song Hotel California and they left singing Hotel California."

Precious!

I wonder what a Big Mac would taste like after being mailed to the front lines in a care package . . .

[ez]

"They told me they wanted to go to America after the war. I said where. They said California. I said why? They said the song Hotel California and they left singing Hotel California."

I wonder if they know this song is about THC (marijuana)?

[Timesink]

I wonder what a Big Mac would taste like after being mailed to the front lines in a care package . . .

One night at 4 am I woke up starving (I think I'd skipped dinner for some reason), and discovered a Quarter Pounder with Cheese I'd tossed in the back of the fridge a week and a half earlier. I microwaved it; it was mushy, the bun was hard, and I thought it was personally fried up for me by God. So I think any soldier handed a week-old Big Mac would be in heaven no matter how degraded it had become ... as long as it had been packaged properly and hadn't become covered in green mold or something.

Anyway, this whole thread reminds me of all those old storied I've read about American soldiers meeting a new "colleague" somewhere in Europe in WWII and then shooting him in the head for being a German spy the moment he forgot the Yankees are in the American League.