Gypsy Mail
Got a letter yesterday ...
"We ship out tomorrow. Today is chilly and misty. It was warmer at 04:30, when we formed up for breakfast so we only have t-shirts under our uniforms. We are sitting in the breezeway under the barracks, and it seems like all the wind is pulled under the building. We get to sit here until 21:00, when it's lights out, except for chow and latrines (there are no bathrooms here), because the captain caught a couple dozen people screwing around in the barracks when they were supposed to be outside. We've been yelled at by Sergeants, Drill Sergeants, First Sergeants, and the Captain herself, and darned if people aren't still talking."
"I need reinforcements. I need the Goddess squad to come straighten these infants out."
"I really, really, really need a KelChellapalooza when I get home ... gather the Goddesses for me, as many as can, please?"
"p.s. Day-umm, all these young girls must have intestines lined with rose petals and sunshine, because it is a major event if anybody farts or if their poop stinks, with lots of screaming and hollering about the smell. Digestion must have changed in the last 20 years. I knew you'd appreciate that little nugget."
"We ship out tomorrow. Today is chilly and misty. It was warmer at 04:30, when we formed up for breakfast so we only have t-shirts under our uniforms. We are sitting in the breezeway under the barracks, and it seems like all the wind is pulled under the building. We get to sit here until 21:00, when it's lights out, except for chow and latrines (there are no bathrooms here), because the captain caught a couple dozen people screwing around in the barracks when they were supposed to be outside. We've been yelled at by Sergeants, Drill Sergeants, First Sergeants, and the Captain herself, and darned if people aren't still talking."
"I need reinforcements. I need the Goddess squad to come straighten these infants out."
"I really, really, really need a KelChellapalooza when I get home ... gather the Goddesses for me, as many as can, please?"
"p.s. Day-umm, all these young girls must have intestines lined with rose petals and sunshine, because it is a major event if anybody farts or if their poop stinks, with lots of screaming and hollering about the smell. Digestion must have changed in the last 20 years. I knew you'd appreciate that little nugget."
posted by KellyKline | 11/15/2006 06:04:00 PM
1 Comments:
Heh - nugget.
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