well, uh, I been meaning to talk, uh, talk to you about that. We finally found out about your shenanigans at that honky-tonk with the Mexican lap dancer and the bag of M&Ms. I'll look at it and see if I can put my healing hands on it.
Its what happens when you get branded....ask Chuck Connors....Carl would know him. We take your medals, rip your stripes off and send you out into the wilderness.. We had a vote and decided your posts on disestablishing the establishmentism of the establishment was pretty near the bone...Commie shouted Carl...Fascist pig shouted ZA, I joined in as Its always best to follow the crowd...Then Texon pointed out that it was not actually you but someone with a similar name...Roasts of Mars or something. So accept our apologies, and carry on with the war. The moral of the story is obviously, keep your medals away from Carl, and your wallet away from me.
