Twenty-eight years ago, the Army drafted Bubba, a redneck from deep in the piney woods of East Texas.
On his first day of boot camp, the Army issued him a toothbrush. That afternoon, an Army dentist yanked several of his teeth.
On his second day, the Army issued him a comb. That afternoon, an Army barber sheared his head.
On his third day, he was issued a jock strap.
The Army is still looking for Bubba....
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