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Originally Posted by belpre122
And back to the topic of Local Drivers are Wusses:
Here is a gift that was left for me at an undisclosed southern Indiana gas station last night. This is the 89 octane well!
That is not a Baby Ruth! :evil:
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That's.... just... disgusting. I'm glad I never encountered that when I ran food grade.
The previous post reminded me of my first year in the Army, when I was stationed in the ROK. We had a PSG who had come from Eight-Deuce, and every other sentence out of his mouth had something to do with legs. Of course, I was a brand new E1 with only my five jumps from jump school at the time, so I didn't fare much better.
Anyhow, we used to talk about how he'd open his own theme park when he retired - "SFC Bowden's AIRBOURNE KINGDOM!!!!!". And we'd come up with tag lines for it...
"Take the family to the concessions stand for our C130s On a Chicken Strip!"
"The kids can take photos with Jumpmaster Flash.. right before he pins them with a summarized!"
"Ride our bumper buffers in the Extra Duty Village!"
"Take the family to meet Air Assault the Clown!"
And don't feel bad about the Rickroll thing... he got me with it, too.