Wednesday, October 26, 2005
Hey, Navy:
Looks like I skipped a day of sending you letters there. Sorry. Had a bad couple of days. And nothing really going on here to write to you about. Do you really want to hear about the traffic jams around the new Wal-Mart? Woo-hoo. This is one of the reasons you got out of Carson: nothing happens here.
Just got home from Sparky’s after watching the fourth and final game of the first World Series in the post-steroid era, and you probably know who won (White Sox). This is Chicago’s first World Series since the 1910’s and ends the second of three famous curses in baseball. Last year, the Red Sox buried the Curse of the Bambino and this year saw the end of the Black Sox cheating scandal of so long ago. You already know which one is left: The Billy Goat. Go Cubs!
According to the international media, one of your future husbands had to drop trousers for a military examination. Did you think even I could make up something like this:
LONDON (AFP) - Britain's Prince Harry was forced to drop his trousers during a military parade to prove he did not have his girlfriend's name tattooed on his royal rear, a British newspaper said.
The 21-year-old son of Prince Charles, the Prince of Wales, is halfway through his British Army officer training course at the elite Sandhurst academy. The Sun, Britain's biggest-selling daily, said Harry, third in line to the throne, was ordered to bare his bum after rumours spread he had blonde Zimbawean-born girlfriend Chelsy Davy's name inked on.
During a parade, a colour sergeant yelled: "Cadet Wales, drop your pants and show me your backside!"
Harry, apparently oblivious to the rumour, replied: "Are you serious?" before being ordered: "Just get them off, I want to see if it's true", The Sun said.
The prince had his trousers around his knees before the grinning colour sergeant said: "It's OK, Wales, I'll take your word for it!"
Those silly Brits.
All my love,
Air Force
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