Couldn't tell you, ol' tricky dick wouldn't ever come to our neck of the woods. Too unsavory here what with the flies and the shit smell and the rocket attacks.
I don't know which FOB he went to but I'm sure there was a spectrum from people looking at him with starry eyes to people looking at him with dagger eyes and everything in between. I did hear that when he talked about the extensions (I and everyone else over here have been sentenced to three more months, bringing the total up to 15 months in case you don't watch the news) you could hear crickets. I wonder if dick started to sweat a little with lots of pissed off guys with automatic weapons learing at him in silence.
I just know that I feel much better about losing over a year of my life knowing that King George II and tricky dick appreciate my sacrafice.
I hope in the future Americans are thought of as a warlike, vicious people, because I bet a lot of high schools would pick "Americans" as their mascot. -Jack Handy