To the great of astonishment of no one more than the Colonel, he finds that he has much in common with Charlie Sheen.
Like Sheen, the Colonel, it may surprise the five of you who regularly waste valuable rod and cone time perusing posts hereon to hear, also has wild animal markers in the helixes of his DNA. Well, maybe not a wild animal.
Okay, maybe not an animal.
It is patently obvious to even the most casual observer that the comely and kind-hearted Miss Brenda believes the Colonel has insect DNA. Nearly every day since the Colonel re-retired and graced his best friend with his constant presence, the comely and kind-heart Miss Brenda throws her hands up and requests that the Colonel "go somewhere and quit bugging me!"
Like Chargin' Charlie, the Colonel has the blood of a mythological god coursing through his only slightly plaque-encrusted arteries. Prepare to have your knowledge of mythology expanded. The five of you who regularly waste valuable rod and cone time perusing posts hereon have probably never heard of Snorz, the god of Eyelid Light Leak Checks and Supine Strategic Planning Sessions.
Snorz blood races through the Colonel's veins at the speed of sludge through a San Francisco sewer pipe.
The comely and kind-hearted Miss Brenda regularly uses a W word closely associated with "winning" to describe the Colonel's situational attitude.
Look for yourself, there's only an extra h and one less n in whining.