Baby Brother is vague about what he did to receive his Bronze Star.
Me: "How'd you get the BSM?"
Bro: "Some General kept hearing my name."
Me: "So, what did you do to get it?"
Bro: "My job."
Chuck Norris and Captain Robau need to get behind my brother in the Bad Ass Line.
Friday, July 24, 2009
My little brother(middle)receiving the Bronze Star Medal during his second tour in Iraq. Look at him all square-jawed and cool shades. I'm so proud of him.
We were toddlers at the same time and since I was slow to walk, he was pulling up and toddling when I was. He was loud and hyperactive and thought that I was God's gift to him. He would knock me over, smash me in the head with the toy phone, slobber all over my face and stomp on me with those hard baby shoes. I'd start screaming then he'd start yodeling in joyful sympathy. My mom finally had to get us separate playpens but he could climb out of his, squeeze his big head through the wooden bars of my playpen and sit on me with his poopie diaper.
Now look at him...fathead boogermunch.
Posted by girl6 at 1:32 PM
Wednesday, July 15, 2009
Shatner rules. It was sooo great to see him back on TV when I was a kid. He made you believe in TJ Hooker, man--run top speed for sixty blocks and not a hair out of place. Nobody took down a perp like him. Walker, Texas Ranger was a pink panty pansy next to The Teege. TJ could take down Walker with fake kung fu and a finger puppet.
Yeah. That’s how bad ass Tom Jeff Hooker was.
Hooker and Captain Robau woulda been partners, but that would cause a rip in the space time continuum of bad asses. Better to keep them separated.
Posted by girl6 at 10:13 AM