I was surrounded. There were thousands of

I was surrounded. There were thousands of the monsters. Defeating them was inconcievable. Nevertheless, I drew my epic sword of destiny and prepared for their assualt. As they ran

I looked at my fellow soldiers around me and said "screw this i'm going home to watch Judge Judy"

As I was walking home. My fellow soldiers ambushed me! I screamed "Friendly fire, friendly fire!" but suddenly as I started running away. Rambo leaped out of the bushes and

shrieked a steroid-laden sweaty neck-veined yawlp. Rambo sprayed bullets in my direction. I waved an American flag to let him know I was on HIS side but

But it was no use. Rambo proceeded to slaughter several friendlies with a tenaciousness not seen since my mother-in-law found my stash of IT'S-ITs. The jungle was littered with sev

erely severed limbs, heads and torn bodies. While Rambo was enjoying himself, I quivered and frantically dug a hole to hide in. If he did THIS to friendlies, I didn't want to be

on the receiving end when Rambo very unfortunately joined the Taliban militia in his third movie. Was it third? I could have just asked him, but he was unapproachable, as it were.

You see, Adrienne went through menopause and that had sent Rambo right over the edge. A pity, really...although Rambo did look ruggedly handsome in his Taliban gear. Adrienne

gave Rambo a piece of her mind, and he gave her a piece of his [No animals were harmed in the making of this fold].