Navy Seals Get A, "Seal" Of Approval

Navy Seals Get A, "Seal" Of Approval

Once upon a time in a huge metropolis called Danville, Va., there lived a Navy Seal named Squid. At least that was the name all the other sailors called him because he was their chief of navel operations. Since he was the baddest of all the bad men in any service, naturally he always got considerably more respect then anybody in any branch of the military. When he said, "Move," he wanted all of his men to move. When he said, "Jump," he wanted all of his men to yell, "How high" So depending on the kind of mood he was in at that point, his men knew he demanded respect, so that was exactly what they gave him. His favorite football team was the Washington Commanders, for obvious reasons. He believed, "A squad without leadership was like a foot with no big toe," so he had all his men to learn that right from the get-go. If not, he would use his, "big-toe" to kick the individuals in the place where they sat on. If any of them were cow farmers, he'd kick them in their, " 'dairy'-air." All of his men wished he would transfer to The Marines and get caught in the under,-"toe" so he would drown and they'd be able to, "drown their sorrows" somewhere else, although, "drown" was not a word anybody used in the Navy, Marines or Coastguard. Since his daddy was a farmer, also granddaddy, it was in his jeans. That meant there was much more in his, "genes" then just grass stains and patches that read Lea, Levis or Wrangler. All of his men would have to do exactly the things he ordered them to do so they would all, "Mooooove," in a way that would please him, and woe to anybody who didn't because he would, "udder"-ly take no, "bull" from any of his men who'd black, "angus," or anger him because he wouldn't even honk his, "horns" to keep from, "charging" right at them, but if they did, "charge," he would always just take away their credit cards. The thing was he had never, "herd of cows" doing that and so it was no, " 'bull'-ogna to any of the soldiers he was in charge of leading because he would make them run and jump over things to help them build the strength in their triceps surae which is their, "calf" muscle.

The only breed of cattle who really gave him any trouble was the jersey kind, and the reason for that was because he was from the deep South and he couldn't stand any of, "them dang Yankees" because he hadn't heard The Civil War had ended. Actually, what really happened was that Robert E. Lee, who was against slavery but he just had a lot of experience in leadership qualities, lost over half of his men in The Battle Of Palmito Ranch. That's when Ulysses S. Grant, who was a real gentleman, went up to him and said, "Look, Robert, you've lost half your men in that last battle. Don't you think we need to cool it on all this ridiculous fighting between our own country?" Of course, Lee was more then happy to sign the peace treaty, but there was NO surrender. All of the people in Appomattox Courthouse will let you know about that fact. The way to remember which general was witch is Lea finally said, "Wail, golly gee! Much obliged for ending this hear stupid old wah, Suh! Y'all come in and the Mrs. will fix y'all some vittles such as hog jowls, tunnip greens, country ham, cone bread and some Suthen fried chicken 'cause they done came to, 'chick-in' to mah coop, so that makes mah little old hot glad!" Then the other dude, "Grant"ed him the pardon for their problems. That's how it ended.

Personally, I believe what makes people, "feel" like they can, "taste" victory and it doesn't, "smell" bad, "hear," on this side of the, "see."

Now, the only sense left is common, "sense" which really must be developed if you are ever to receive any dollars and, "scents." To be rich would be a terrific thing, especially for somebody like me who is trying to overcome a life of poverty, even though I am still in that process of defeating it to this day, since I'm so poor I cannot even pay attention, but, "pour's" what I would really rather do to a bottle of champagne. Actually, I'm beyond poor since I'm actually, "po'e." That does not mean as in Edger Allen, "Poe." I'm broke and need somebody to, "fix" me and I'm so poor I cannot even pay attention because I'm, "broke" and need to have somebody who can come and fix me. Actually what would be a good job for me would be a baker since I'm already, "kneading" a lot of, "dough " then I would get paid for being a, "loafer." The main thing I do have an awful lot of at this point in my life is much, "no-money." I've been crossing not only my fingers, but both my eyes and toes that I can get a lot of money somehow. Now, it's extremely difficult to type, my feet hurt and I keep on running into things all the time. It would be some kind of terrific just to have some green pieces of paper with pictures of Ben Franklin on them. Yet what would be much better would be to have some with Woodrow Wilson's photo because he is on the $100,000.00 dollar bill. That's one, "bill" I would actually enjoy receiving, instead of those with the little windows on them from my pen-pan, "Bill." He writes me all the time, as does my rich uncle whose named Sam who always says, "I want you," but all he really wants is for me to send him some more moolah. That's one reason I need to win a Readsy contest besides the fact that all I've ever won is some blue ribbons, which have been lost in one of my moves.

The end. By, Cuz Roye.