The almost daily test of my personal level of physical fitness only requires a broken garage door opener remote. If I can depress the button to lower the garage door, run like a charging rhino, jump out of the garage without either a) hitting my head on the lowering garage door or b) tripping the infrared sensor beam, AND land without rolling an ankle, I declare myself sober enough to hit the bar. Field day is done. I have earned a Presidents Patch and therefore the accompanying prize of a beer...or six. Eat your Cinnamon Toast Crunch, kiddies.
Posted on: Thu, 17 Oct 2013 23:24:55 +0000
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