So the other day i was in world war 2 and as they were handing out our rations, i noticed that
my chocalate milk wasnt mixed very well, and i was mad, and then to make matters worse, it turns out that all my brothers were killed in the war, but some guys decided to come save me. Two of them even died on the trip. But i told them THESE ARE THE ONLY BROTHERS I HAVE LEFT and that i wasnt going to leave until our regiment all sat down and mixed the greatest batch ever of chocalate milk, So once that was done, i had no choice but to leave, but right when we were going to disembark, the shells started to fall. So i yelled to my squad, UP 2 and left 31, FIRE FOR EFFECT and then .........
they all looked at me and asked me what i was thinking. Actually it was my mom, caz i was having a bad dream, apparently i had started yelling and she came to my bedside to relieve me of my troubles. but it was too late, i was already scared, but then she said that she would let me sleep in her bed tonight , so that made everything OK.
.........yeah that was dumb, i know
