Monday, 30 April 2012

All that glitters

    What kind of dirty pervert hits on a girl decades his junior by pretending to be a teenager? A dead man is what; like the one an old Desert Storm pal and I encountered on a hunting trip last year. He put up a hell of a fight - I’ll give the sparkly bastard that - but it takes a lot to stop a Desert Rat and Chuck is  semper fi down to his boots. The girl was a bit upset at first, of course, but she seemed a sensible sort and she’ll get over it. Besides, who knows what her life would’ve been like if we hadn’t stumbled upon them? We picked up a couple of nice big wolf pelts, too. Happy days.

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