crunchpatty
Old Shoe
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Nov-6-2007 23:40
Down there, we were all tiny land shriveled up like a ragtag bunch of scared turtles. That's why you don't have any aunties or uncles.
Anyways, so Brady got it into his head that this stuff was the mojo gorw juice. He told me about it one night in a foxhole. He was the best foxhole man in Europe, at the time, too.
What was I saying? Oh right. So your grandmother - she married me for the money. I don't think she ever loved me. I think she loved the *idea* of me, but not me, like as a person.
What? Oh, right. So one day, Brady convinced the nurse to give him his shot in his mouth. He told me all about it in a foxhole in Korea one time. She was a simple girl, I think from one of those places they call "Red States" now, and she didn't know better, so she did it. Well let me tell you, ol' Brady spat that shot into his canteen, and never had another drink of water from it until we got home, safe and sound. He kept it, and dumped it on the very onion patch that had been his father's pride and joy for so many years, and lo and behold, he was a war hero and an onion hero all at the same time! There were TWO tickertape parades for him, but we weren't expecting that, so for the second parade we had to throw feathers. The town was so proud, we didn't care. I still have a stiff neck from pulling all the feathers out of my pillow that night.
Hoo-boy! The moral of the story? Hoo-boy!
That nurse was named 'Nancy Drew'. Don't see the movie Tara-Marie. Be strong.
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