A Day at the Races...I Mean Army
Sergeant: Here is the map you ordered, sir.
General: Very good, lets have a look at it. Is it accurate?
Sergeant: Very, this is the enemy’s current reading list, and I’ve marked out the page numbers where the enemy has left off.
General: Huckleberry Finn? That’s a uh…classic.
Sergeant: Sir, why did you need this map?
General: I’m writing up our military strategy. See these loony suicidal posts on the front line? We’re going to fill them with men who have very small penises.
Sergeant: Why?
General: They’re pissed off at the world and have got a lot to prove. Now, their backup will be the big dicks and I don’t mean assholes. Hopefully their social confidence will carry through into the battlefield. Imagine a whole field of Elephant-dicked killing machines.
Sergeant: Sir, maybe we should base our military on more of a meritocracy. You know, gauging their experience and skill, not penis size.
General: I’m not listening to you, short stuff. I’ve got a war to win and a dick to wave.