That guy is a moron. A pin head. No other way to describe it. So when he called me in to let me know he didn’t like me, didn’t like me wearing the stripes on my shoulders, just plain didn’t like me personally, I was mighty nervous. Oh yeah, it was personal.
Setting the record straight, you should have seen me! I marched in to his office in full freshly pressed uniform, kevlar vest, 9mm and other interesting stuff hanging on my hips….. I leaned over his desk, glared at him and farted. Continue reading