Where's That Damn Russian Mailman?

It's a Hillmount nurse with a headache, after William V is treated to a hotel room and writes you all up. However, at this point, a spot on the floor at your average Thousand Oaks Drug House would do. I'm the 132/Cert/5150 Man. Me? Nuts? Don't you know how it works? When the real "they" want you to do certain things, I couldn't buy my way into 5351 Delmar. Nope.

Another oxymoron! Who's writing the jokes when I show up a la Bush in Afghanistan dressed in an old golfing outfit like Bob Hope? May I say my own line? "Where the hell am I?" And, "What the *uck are you all doing here?"

"The Troops" will love it! Or, open fire. I'll take my chances, drugboy.