"The sweetest joy, the wildest woe is special

"The sweetest joy, the wildest woe is special air force units that guide our bomber formations!" winked the commander. God I hated him.

"You should be kissed and often, and by someone who knows how to refuel an escadrille mid-flight, Commander" I politely replied. He was an English major who got into commanding

by reading 'How to make friends & influence people'. "Paul," he said,"I love to be kissed, Paul, but Paul, maybe I should deal with this nosedive first, Paul," The Commander pulled

his head out of his arse. "What were you saying, Darling? I thought we were going to dinner tonight." Julia shook her head. "No, we were going to see all the dragons out there" He

promised him nookie. "Time to gallop on home now," Julia spoke lovingly in his ear, tugging gently on his ponytail. "Someone's had a little too much corn mead tonight." She jumped

on her 'little pony' and rode him all the way home. The promise of nookie kept him from stumbling into a ditch on the way home. It all began when Julie requested he grow a ponytail

And he let his hair grow long. His mum was furious, but he was now an adult. His grandfather had no objection to his long hair and goatee. He was glad to get home safely, after all

of the stench had dissipated into the atmosphere. It really smells bad when you make a growing potion. While David was 6 mentally, physically he was indistinguishable from a

123-year old yogurt-eating great great grandmother on some mountain in the Ukraine. He even wore a babushka. It reeked of growing potion but was otherwise not bad.