I Once Owned A ’66 Dodge Dart That Leaked Oil Something Awful, And I Dreamed Of Doing This To It
Except without a parachute, natch.
Do we have some sort of official tiered system of diplomatic threats in case of international shenanigans? First comes the strongly worded letter from the UN, which the fellow in Trashcanistan with a hook for a hand and an eyepatch doesn’t bother reading. Then comes John Kerry, who threatens to visit your benighted hellhole of a country and eat all the foie gras. Somewhere halfway between that and Hiroshima there must be an entry for: We’ll drop an entire used car lot on you.
2 thoughts on “I Once Owned A ’66 Dodge Dart That Leaked Oil Something Awful, And I Dreamed Of Doing This To It”
Sweet. But the Hummers are for the C.O., the First Shirt and the Supply guy. Everyone else walks.
Drop the car first, circle back around to drop the soldiers. Hope they didn’t leave the keys in, only to find the locals drove off before the guys hit the ground! Or straight line deployment: now you guys walk back the ten miles to find the jeep.
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