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July 06, 2006

Tsk, Tsk...

Sadly, the Army Birthday never quite managed to rival the Marine Corps Ball in decorum and grace.

Pity, that. We try to be gracious but sometimes the urge to snark darn near o'erwhelms us.

Posted by Cassandra at July 6, 2006 03:32 PM



Ow, that hurts...

Posted by: John of Argghhh! at July 6, 2006 04:11 PM

I can't improve on that. :)

Posted by: Grim at July 6, 2006 06:50 PM

Sadly, the return snark via email was pretty painful Grim.

But being a Marine Woman, I bore up under the heavy artillery fire.

Posted by: Cassandra at July 6, 2006 07:05 PM

I thought it was brilliant. When a comment can't be improved on, it is best to say nothing. On the otter heiny, having a bag of snark mail wonders me if you would be willing to share it? Liberal Larry does.

Posted by: Cricket at July 6, 2006 07:30 PM

Looks like Sadie Hawkins Day t'me...

Posted by: camojack at July 7, 2006 01:14 AM

Is it just me or have you, too, noticed how much more tightly bunched the Army panties become when compared to the Marine Corps? I'm sure though, as a Marine woman, you not only bore up well, you probably didn't even feel the wind from the "near" misses.
I, personally, loved your 'captions' -- all of them.

Posted by: Sly2017 at July 7, 2006 03:20 PM

Cass was getting her Hanes UltraSheers in a twist about whether or not she would be able to snag a man.

That was why she stumbled...just there on the left of the pic.

Posted by: Cricket at July 7, 2006 05:31 PM

Everyone's a comic :)

Posted by: Cassandra at July 7, 2006 07:54 PM


The Moosiers show that they can take on the Pamplona Bulls anytime.

Posted by: Cricket at July 10, 2006 02:01 PM

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