Then I spent the day thinking about what I love about being a veteran. It's not the free food on November 11 every year or the great rates on a mortgage. It's the small handful of people and the pride that came with wearing the uniform well.
I loved the people I served with. I still love them even if I never see them again.
Do you know what a Smuckers girl is, Martinez?
Nope, Na'eem, I do not.
She's a girl you want to lay on the bed and spread her just like jelly. But not just any jelly, uh-uh, SMUCKERS JELLY, mmmmmmhhhmmmm.
We fell out laughing and whenever we'd see a girl she either was or was not a Smuckers girl.
|A Goober girl is something else entirely. Don't be a goober.|
A few years later I was living in Ohio and met a girl near Orrville. We talked, she was pretty, whip smart, loved the blues.
So what do you do?
I'm an accountant...
The End of a 100% true story.