posted by Michael Grant Smith in adventure, awesome, euphemisms, fuck all y'all, hi guys, memory, movies | * | 4 comments
“I want you to remember one thing: the folks back home is a-countin’ on ya, and by golly, we ain’t about to let ’em down. Tell ya somethin’ else. If this thing turns out to be half as important as I figure it just might be, I’d say that you’re all in line for some important promotions an’ personal citations when this thing’s over with. That goes for every last one of ya, regardless of your race, color, or your creed. Now, let’s get this thing on the hump. We got some flyin’ to do.”
Thank you, Sheila.
Any ol’ time, MGS.
Reply, y’all, if you saw this because you checked in on Clusterflock. Are you still breathin’? Shall we keep tryin’?