Had a break from the front lines of the Battle for Iowa, you know, what we soldiers like to call a little R&R, and I thought our readers would like to know what some more of the challenges of serving our country in our Patriotic Personel Carrier are.
First, Colonel C-Rom takes huge dumps in our RV toilet. That's ok at home, but when we are on I-80 and theirs IED's (Iowan's Electing Dad) all over the place, the last thing you want is C-Rom's ass stink clouding up the place!
Second, our fridge is small. I like Mountain Dew Code Red, Tagg likes Tab (must be the middle age woman thing), and C-rom likes Mugg Rootbeer. There simply is not enough room for all of us to have a sixer on hand at all times. Nothing worse than doing a tour in Pottawattamie, trying to spread the Daditude to all of those IED's and you come back, open the fridge and BAM! No Mountain Dew Code Red! Yesterday I settled for one of Tagg's luke warm Tab's. It totally sucked**
So anyway, I have to head back to the front. We have a stop coming up in Macedonia, which just sounds creeepy. Wish me luck! God Bless Dad and The USA!
**Received a Purple Nurple Award for suffering a PPC injury during active duty.
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