I went out there and fed them, and hearing the thunder in the distance, decided to put some kibble in their bowl in their shack. On again, off again they darted into and out of their shack. They remind me of these guys: Stupid Sheeple.
… to the soldiers who stormed the beaches of Normandy during a campaign stop… No. It does not matter that I *know* what the author of that sentence *meant.* That someone can write that– let alone (presumably) re-read it– and not be aware that it is f*cked is almost beyond belief. But I live in