Flash friday 1-03-14 miss saigon, gym glass, dangly earring, I apologize in advance, it's 10 degrees outside in Flash Friday

Miss Saigon, gym class, dangly earrings

“Matt, wake up man.”

“What? Leave me alone.”

“We’re here.”

“Where?”

“Ansbach. Barton Barracks.”

“Oh fuck did I miss Saigon?”

“Yeah, by almost forty years.”

“I’m trying to sleep, motherfuck, leave me alone.”

Then the engine quit whining. It was the lack of vibration in matts ass that woke him up.

“Shit, just like gym class.”

“What?”

“Nothing. Who we reporting too?” “Charlie company, a captain Dangly Earring, um, I think.”

“Give me that. Um … Dah-gill-rang. Shit, the US army go native?”

“Who are you asking?”

“Corporal Prince Albert. Oh don’t give me that look --- it’s a pierced dick. Shit, I really did miss Saigon.”

“Heh, naw. It’ll come back to you. I’m thinking ‘corporal prince albert’ is going to sound pretty damn ironical first time you pee. Or baby Sailor-wan-hump-hump comes to live with daddy.”

“Bullshit.”

“Yeah? I think Cap’n Dangly Earring and his MP Chorus Girls are fixing to tell you all about it.” He snapped a salute to the imaginary Teutonic captain at Matts back. Matt whipped around and was caught in the webbing. Something metallic pinged against his zipper.

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