The rocket shells are raining over my head. I lay between a burning humvees and a demolished cinder block wall. I lay between valor and my death. I am going to die for my country--the great experiment called democracy, but I’m dying for more. The shrapnel in my chest will be honored and celebrated by millions of my countrymen in the form of pre-made frozen hamburger patties and hot links whose high capecin content willl lead to a evening of gastrointestinal agony. How can I forget the millions who will consume scores of beers for my selfless deeds. Ah, the freedom to get drunk--to get drunk on a Monday! God bless America.
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Wait a minute....Steve and I ALREADY rented The Jazz Singer and watched it together. We laughed, we cried, we held each other. It was quite beautiful.
Best regards from NY!
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best regards, nice info
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