Yesterday, when I was young.
Was reminded of a funny thing that happened to me during my wild and crazy party days.
I was at a party, drinking and smoking, when this guy walked up to me with a shit-eatin� grin on his face and whipped out his �little soldier�.
I didn�t even bat an eyelash. I leaned over like I was trying to see what it was.
I straightened up and said in a sympathetic voice. �Birth defect or war wound?�
God, I miss the old days.