Folding, spindeling, and mutilating lauguage for fun since Aug, 2004
Monday, 23 October 2006

Another warblog entry involving my cousin:

 

"Before I go out onto a bridge in the turret of an armored vehicle in a war zone during an electrical storm I’m going to…” Squeak paused as he secured a cigarette between his lips and raised a lighter to its tip. Two flicks with the lighter and the tip of the cigarette was a glowing red ember. Squeak took a long drag, exhaled and finished, “…light a cigarette."

 

Read the whole thing Here

Monday, 23 October 2006 11:44:28 (Central Standard Time, UTC-06:00) | Comments [0] | #
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