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.
No comments:
Post a Comment