"Showing another power surge sir," He said,

"Showing another power surge sir," He said, with an "I told you so" tone. Captain

Janice Rand's ascension through the ranks was somewhat hindered by her prophetic abilities. But Captain Rand's sense of braided space was now renowned, and her use of tablets

rivaled that of Moses and Steve Jobs. Capt. Rand's latest prophecies were fuzzy, though, because her arch nemesis, Sergeant Heymon, was turning the braids of space into dreadlocks.

Sgt. Heymon's rastafarian plot was uncovered by Capt. Rand using the Interdimensional folliclescope. Capt. Rand thwarted Heymon's plan by adding spacetime extensions to the braids

that tied him to the bed.Sgt.Heymon was hurt that Capt.Rand would find so much disdain towards him within himself and

decided he would write a complaint letter about Capt Rand to his local city council. Sgt Heymon knew that the pen was mightier than the sword and he had a biro in his pocket ready

... Dear City Council, It come to my attention that Mr. Rand, (capt.) Is a CAD and a NEER-DO-WELL and should be SCRUBBED from the Soil Board POST-HASTE. Yours etc. etc, Sgt. Heymon

Ah, gotta love small town politics, dontcha? The letter was printed on the front page of the paper.The next day, Sgt. Heymon discovered that "someone" had run his pink boxer shorts

through the wash with the darks, & that is why they're pink now. Sgt Haymon put the pink boxers on, strapped on his chaps and spurs and headed to the local watering hole. That's wh

ere everyone busted out in laughter. He looked down to see his pink boxers clearly showing under his ass less chaps. That day will be forever celebrated as Sgt Pink Butt Tuesday