Tack on to her post

A Side:

I read her post and wanted to expand on a few things that she commented on:

"Ideally, they will consider the fact he is in a war zone and how lucky we are that he was able to get to Balad to get new paperwork drawn up in the first place, and cut me some freakin slack."

All I can say on this is that they better. The fact that I was able to make it down to Balad in any kind of resonable time and get this done is a God send/ miracle. The next step in this is me calling them and they don't want that. My inability to not yell at imbeciles and dumbasses will rear its ugly head which will probably lead to me transferring myself through the phone lines, ala Matrix, and taking a huge bite out of some lawyers ass.

I understand the situation you're in; understand mine.

"I think about walls with colorful paint... I imagine picking out furniture and refinishing old pieces."

She asked me the other day if I had thought of this, and truthfully I have. I've thought about what I might want to do with the walls regarding color choices, but for me to really make a decision, I need to see the place. Although, I do know that I'm going to want one of the rooms red. Probably the small dining room, with the base boards and door frames being white.

There will also be a yellow and blue room too. Trust me, it'll work.

B Side:

The last time I saw Le Bleu, he'd just called me a retard. With that, he did the mime trick of hopping onto an invisible bike and peddled away while giving me the mime finger. Damn mimes on invisible bikes are fast!

Once I made it back to base I dug around in our super computers to see what information I could find about my dreaded nemesis. I had to do a lot of cross linking with other various agencies, and after a few weeks the "big picture" finally started to emerge. What I discovered was more horrifying than I had previously imagined!

It appears that the white pancake mix serves more than just to mask these people from public ridicule. The pancake mix serves as a second skin, a layer of deception, to hide the hideous truth; for beneath that white enamal of polished porcelin is something so shocking and horrifying that much like Pandora and her box, once it's out, it's out!

Readers... if there are small children, the elderly or people with spastic bowels in the room, please ask them to leave now!

Le Bleu unmasked with a rare picture of his second in command! Truely the threat is even graver than I imagined! Little did I know that a mime armada had parked itself just above the Earth, hovering over Quebec (aka Le Blue-land), just waiting for the chance to... well... I'm not sure what the heck they're waiting for but it can't be good! *personally I think it has something to do with croissants, cheese and short shorts on dudes, but I don't know just yet!

Fortunately I have America's best kept secret weapon to aide me. I think Lady Liberty can sleep easier knowing that her most trusted defenders of freedom will be hot on the pursuit of this ghost faced maniac.

I'll continue to track his movements and foil his simplistic plots of persuasion, but first this defender of freedom has to make a stop at the DFAC. It's Mexican night and they're serving cheese sticks. Momma said you can't fight mime armadas on an empty stomach and as we all know, momma knows best.


-M

Last night I saw that beauty queen
watched her paint her face on


*EDIT- apparently I need "a cock punch" for the pic I chose today. I just calls'em likes I sees'em folks! LOL ;)