Wartime Stories

Squabble and dabble. It was such a thing I heard often during my late nights in Nam. I remember one poor latino boy, likely suffering from fibromyalgia, dancing next to the fire. Squabble dabble. Squabble dabble. It was on said late nights that I would have the most success. I almost never lost a game of Monopoly, and it was unheard of someone beating me in Scrabble. I am the master. Believe that. As I journeyed through the country and decided whether or not I could eat the pickles that I found underneath the tank, I realized something incredible. Ben Afleck has the same last name as the famous talking duck. Almost. And I knew then that my calling in life consisted of baked beans and a can of duck sauce (not to be confused with the talking duck). After the war, I returned home to my seven dogs and beehives, eager to start the new country that I felt swell in my heart when putting on dry socks. The United Empty Lots of Zydrunas. Take a trip down the river (don't forget your vest and cheese in a can!!!!!), and you'll see the magic.

Also, have you ever seen the Lion King????

That's it.

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