So, my husband was in the little boy’s room forever. I yelled, “whattaya doin’, fallin’ asleep in there?” He yells back:
“I was sitting on the toilet and all of a sudden noticed a submarine. Intelligence told me it could very well be a U-Boat. So then, I had to depth charge it. Then I threw the white flag to surrender, changed my mind about surrendering, hit the afterburners and got the hell outta there.” It takes time to plan that out. You know you can’t just have a battle with no planning. You’ll get shot to shit.
WTF Ovah.
I guess I shouldn’t have asked. I don’t even know where he got that – it’s not like he was in the Navy. He was in the Army. He flew helicopters. I expected something along the lines of dropping bombs from helicopters or something (he flew helicopters in Vietnam).
WTF Ovah.
