PrivateHiceGaurdDuty PrivateHiceGaurdDuty Part ONe On the base at Fort Knox Kentucky UP at five am back to the bus with an all night assignment in the BARRACKS now who pushed my foot against the foot locker wiht foot on top of locker against the bunk who got a chair then tried to asleep but hard to sleep in daytime wearing green fatigues quite camoflauged to crawl in dirt and grass an Army WOrm. At 5 pm on back of truck was handed out an M-16 a weapon with one round. The Sargeant said YOU are Barney Fife. What did you say THAT for who almost cried. ONE ROUND. ONE ROUND. One Round is in your m-16. One round and then it finally dawned who understood him USE it grunt only iff you have too. Pointeing as they drove away it is the Army Way SEE that building ? Walk Around. Who then determined to be Army Green and Mean who walked until almost Eleven oclock then a man got out of an old panel Station Wagon. Who waited until he unlocked the door of the very building he was guarding THEN who came around the Corner of that building FREEZE who cried out just like Barney FIFE. Who took this Major by surprise. WHo told him carefully SHOW ME SOME ID. Surprised He started to argue to do otherwise He said cant you see im a MAJOR in the ARMY? WHo calmly told him the Safety is OFF on this weapon I can FIRE. Is what you are doing worth this ROUND? He paused and reached into his shirt pocket quickly producing a worn out ID card. Thinking they were testing me i told him searching at it quickly it is TWO YEARS OLD this ID card is out of Date and why do you have a Typewriter in that Station Wagon crate. He seemed inpressed and told me it IS his office but he no longer works there and yes the ID is an old one and YES he took the Typewriter BUT he said i still have the KEY to the office. I handed back the card and let him keep the typewriter as well let who now explain. Who decided that WHO was only guarding the building and not the stuff inside. The Major had a key. His story still checked out its something anyone would do on a luckless Friday night. I am running out of room on this google document so there will be part two of this Private Hice Story just let me say now who is glad he did not shoot that Major stealing typewriter out of whos building he was guarding. This is PART ONE of PrivateHiceGaurdDuty. �
TheUnicornHorn TheUnicornHorn The ewe girl was tall she was ageless she was a virgin she was close to loving GOD because she loved a homeless person who lived in another village and even though they never met she gave her heart to him to help him in his quest of seeking GOD in Jesus. In her heart lives the Unicorn. In the forest of Glenmore there lives a Hunter from Scoffingdale he is a large obese terrible man always in danger of taking life he carried his Crossbow with one bolt at the ready and a quiver so full of frightening more he wore leather. One day the girl who is ageless stood petting the Unicorn nose and Horn. She loved to start at the tip of the Horn and slide her hand down and back up. The Scoffingdale Hunter stood off to the side and tried to get a line on a shot at the Unicorn Horn when to his surprise the girl stood between them the Unicorn Horn and the Hunter surprised she just stood there. Giving more of her heart. Even at this the Scoffingdale Hunter was steel he turned this way and that way to try to sped the bolt past the girl into the Unicorn eye. He did not lower his hunter weapon until he noticed the tear from her eye slide down the nose of the girl and drop with the sound of a stone there at the feet of the girl in the glen was her heart all aglow with fire. He dropped his Crossbow and took out the bolt and snapped it into a cross he laid this cross at her feet and the heart returned by magic to its place in the breast of the lady love the beast with the Unicorn Horn. For now she was girl no more but a woman in love. The Hunter went away tossing his bolts from his quiver out on the trail one by one back to Scoffingdale. The Unicorn Horn led the girl to the glen where the homeless man stood there in prayer. She looked so alive when she stood at the distance there cried. She with her Unicorn Horn he with his heart full of love. For now sleeping alone each one in their home but in love. The Unicorn Horn.
BonnGermany Whirleyfritzerglomeratialsilverplater Herr Scribner was making a delivery and did not see the mourning paper the idiot lost his glasses again and could not see a thing. They told him the news expectantly but did not get a rise out of him. They were very disappointed. He pulled his lenses that he hides for his extra frame from the end table corner covered with Paper Mache but could not find the frames and so he improvised he held one lens in his left hand up to his left eye to simulate a monocle. He looked every bit like a German Old Officer. Ingst Scribner was a survivor of the Berlin Fall of Wall. Herr Ingst was smaller than most German men with an anger in his heart to match the largest lion. They called him Adolf when they called him. He was peering past his monocle at the computor screen to study the website of Zappersunlimited.com. He typed in the operational code into the Security box shown. EZQ456333177780034674836748923983940092 yes the number is also the PatentPending� from the Government. The Canal Grande is near the city of Bonn. They were not impressed with the initial order of pipe.��Ronald Plence hurried to the Whos Who to look up Herr Ingst Scribner and smiled when he saw the Four Stars near the index margin. This man was filthy. He has lots of $p. A multi-billionaire. He okayed the delivery surely they would not attempt to dump the silver bars into the canal they were only at the beginning. Herr Ingst sent an email to President THOMMAS Whirly. “Whirly”ZappersunlimitedLTD.org.net.web.dot ZappersunlimitedLTDorgnetweb@dot.com CobaltBlueT.M.@=93Whirly=94 ZappersunlimitedLTD.org.net.web.dot=20Trademark@PIPET.M. @ He (INGST) said “we will soon begin the Air dropps of the the PIPE.T.M. pipe@T.M and the Whirlyfritzerglomeratialsilverplaterpurpleglue.T.M. @ pf pipeglue.”We plan on hitting the canal with the pipeline and then on to the German Ocean. Send me the blue purple box. Arrears to Ingles Street Road, Bonn Germany. That is all. They put the Whirleyfritzerglomeratialsilverplater box onto the Lithuania Airlines at LaGuardia Airport quite near the Government offices they got the PatentPending� from. It went from the Bonn Airport by Limousine Delivery to the Ingles Street Road. There was four workers in the back of the Limo they were half tanked with the free drinks but managed to hook up the The AcmeLighteningRodT.M. @ to the CobaltBlue.Box. Herr Ingst insisted on turning on the green light and adding the brown substance into the one sided mechanism. The four workers all fell into the Limo and left. Oh Yuck. The pipeline was not finished and so the silver bar fell out near the Ristorante Grande Canal. A Freshman in a green sweater picked it up he still has it for a paperwaiter. The entire project took 7Seven years to completion. When it was over Ingst was remarking to everyone assembled that the CobaltBlueandPurpleBox was now operational and the entire projection was only a little over projected cost. The double pipeline had been his idea from the start one was to the North Sea (the German Ocean) the other went into the Indian Ocean to the south of Bonn, Germany. At a cost of Thirteen Million P$. They had to put a ramp at both ends of the PIPE.T.M. pipe@T.M so they called Floridian Easements Programs Online Help and Aid Offices. They sent us TWO THERAMP@T.M. from Floatsom and Jetsome Industries near Tallahassee. Both finishing Company at each ending of the pipeline near the Ocean floor nearest unto Bonn, Germany ran the pipes up onto the ramp and stopped not dropping them into the water at all so that when Ingst turned on the green light the steam from the Indian Ocean Pipe caused the Lighthouses for Ocean Going Vessels to be built for fog control and the other pipeline to the German Ocean (North Leader Sea) stopped dead center of the ramp so that the silver bars just piled up in a never ending pile of prosperity. Just take a look at this aerial photograph at how the beach front was so polluted. Perhaps someday they will even clean it up. It builds up with each and every single silver bar that dropps. A monument to self aggrandizement. Emminatingly all the way out there from Bonn, Germany. From a little BlueandPurpleCobalt Box. The greatest invention of the universe the Whirleyfritzerglomeratialsilverplater. Purchased for use by Herr Ingst Scribner. From Zappersunlimited.com.
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