Most people, when they imagine combat troops fighting in a war, picture gunfire and helicopters and blood and death. Rick Santorum, on the other hand, pictures sort of a dusty night club lit by the odd intermittent explosion where you know what happens when you leave the boys and girls alone in there too long together. Not HETEROSEXUAL INTERCOURSE, oh ha ha no, the Pope forbid, he means unbridled
Barb's back and without even pausing for a breath knocks one out of the fucking park!
Welcome back, lady.
Have...I ever told you I love you?
They also let openly gay people serve too. Imagine that.