Then today everyone in the northern hemisphere pointed me to today’s strip where he gives me a shout out:
This eerily resembles what may have actually happened during any one of my remedial PT sessions back in K-Bay. Marines hate fat bodies. When I say ‘hate’ in this instance I mean with the heat of a supernova. You know how I can’t stand the mcfattersons.
Today’s strip inspired some of my old Marines to remind me of the time I first met some of them as their H&S 1stSgt. One corporal seemed to my eye straining the acceptable standards of height and weight.
America’s 1stSgt: “Holy $#@% Corporal, are you married? What is your wife feeding you?”
Cpl: “Chicken and rice 1stSgt.”
A1S: “Rice? RICE? The chicken’s good but RICE? You don’t need that &*$%!”
According to lore, I turned to his sergeant and insinuated he might come to grievous bodily harm if the young corporal failed to slim down. It is said I may have threatened to put them both on the Body Composition Program (BCP) if weight loss wasn’t achieved. I have a knack to inspire.