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Monday, October 03, 2011
No, but he got his leg blown off in Afghanistan. Does that count?
Blink.
Blink.
"Let me check."
So it turns out that getting your leg blown off in Afghanistan is, indeed, worthy of a 10% military discount at Dairy Queen, even if you aren't "in uniform.... you know, like wearing an Army jacket or something?"
Hopefully this tidbit of knowledge will sit with the many other "interesting-but-not-needed-in-my-life" tidbits cluttering my brain. That's a good thing. Good to know. Good to not need.
I was happy to hear from you, Megan. I think about you often and hope that the universe is treating you better each day.
3 Whoops from the Posse:
Good to know. Just in case.
(I'm kind of dying in my seat at the moment. lol)
Hopefully this tidbit of knowledge will sit with the many other "interesting-but-not-needed-in-my-life" tidbits cluttering my brain. That's a good thing. Good to know. Good to not need.
I was happy to hear from you, Megan. I think about you often and hope that the universe is treating you better each day.
holy shit.
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