Seen on the street in Kyiv.

Words of Advice:

"If Something Seems To Be Too Good To Be True, It's Best To Shoot It, Just In Case." -- Fiona Glenanne

“The Mob takes the Fifth. If you’re innocent, why are you taking the Fifth Amendment?” -- The TOFF *

"Foreign Relations Boil Down to Two Things: Talking With People or Killing Them." -- Unknown

“Speed is a poor substitute for accuracy.” -- Real, no-shit, fortune from a fortune cookie

"Thou Shalt Get Sidetracked by Bullshit, Every Goddamned Time." -- The Ghoul

"If you believe that you are talking to G-d, you can justify anything.” — my Dad

"Colt .45s; putting bad guys in the ground since 1873." -- Unknown

"Stay Strapped or Get Clapped." -- probably not Mr. Rogers

"The Dildo of Karma rarely comes lubed." -- Unknown

"Eck!" -- George the Cat

* "TOFF" = Treasonous Orange Fat Fuck,
"FOFF" = Felonious Old Fat Fuck,
"COFF" = Convicted Old Felonious Fool,
A/K/A Commandante (or Cadet) Bone Spurs,
A/K/A El Caudillo de Mar-a-Lago, A/K/A the Asset,
A/K/A P01135809, A/K/A Dementia Donnie, A/K/A Felon^34,
A/K/A Dolt-45, A/K/A Don Snoreleone

Friday, July 11, 2014

The First Step in Creating an Army of the Undead

That would be to send them draft notices.
[T]he Selective Service System mistakenly sent notices to more than 14,000 Pennsylvania men born between 1893 and 1897, ordering them to register for the nation's military draft
Because the zombies aren't going to volunteer.

4 comments:

w3ski said...

I love to amaze people when the ask for ID and I show them my Draft Card. People don't know what they are (or were). Some people heard of them (as in burning) but that's about it anymore. The Only lottery I Ever won, the Draft Lottery. I was a 272 out of 270 or so.
w3ski

Anonymous said...

Would have been out of 365 or 366. I was #61, but then they stopped drafting people.

Nice that you still have it. When I went into the service, they ordered all of us to surrender our draft cards. Who knew that they'd be a valuable keepsake?

Deadstick said...

It says on the card that you're supposed to turn it in, but I wasn't asked to, and my coworkers weren't either. I asked Personnel, and they said "Sir, we don't collect those from officers, would you just destroy them?"

So we had a little draft card burning ceremony, on USAF property, in uniform...

FrankC said...

Sounds a little like the Scandinavian woman, who at 105 years, got a letter asking why she wasn't at school.