January 29, 2009

• Iraq’s Greatest Danger

  So the other day I received the following email from one of my friends in the armed forces. He is currently stationed out in Iraq

  “I went poop today.

  by my count, I have at least 84 more poops to go before I leave here.
  I have never been one to count the days, but counting poops might be
  fun!
  Maybe you all can start a pool…

  But hilarity aside, I email to speak about phobos.  I have come upon a
  great fear out here, but not from where one might expect.  There
  hasn’t been troops in contact for many moons, and enemy shelling has
  all but disappeared.  My greatest fear is not from the enemy; it is,
  quite literally, from within.  The toilets are pretty small here and
  water is used at a minmum.  I fear of clogging the john.

  So instead of going everyday, maybe I can better my chances by maybe
  going every other day.  I would be much less stressed if we were
  roughing it out there in the desert.  I’d get to bury my evidence,
  deep. No one will ever know.  But these little crappers give me
  nightmares of me furtively flushing the toilet then trying to escape
  only to be discovered by someone I know who tries to use my stall.
  EWW! It’s [Rveblades friend], HE DID IT! Everyone, come look at this! ,,  EWWW!

  ok so I lied. I didn’t cast aside hilarity.

  ok bye“

  You will note that there is no medical question asked in the above email. It’s author simply assumes (and correctly, I might add) that I will find anything involving poop hilarious. This is just another reason why my friends are awesome.

  And here is a completely unrelated picture sent to me by another of my awesome friends. I am going to print it out and hang it up somewhere
  
  Now its time for me to go bouncing here and there and everywhere, for my last interview is tomorrow. Then I have 2 weeks to make my rank list that will determine where I live for the next 3 years. No pressure or anything

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