File this under things you can't make up unless you're high. Very high.
From Time magazine comes this letter written by a Marine. He details his life in Iraq, including this:
Most Surreal Moment — Watching Marines arrive at my detention facility and unload a truck load of flex-cuffed midgets. 26 to be exact. We had put the word out earlier in the day to the Marines in Fallujah that we were looking for Bad Guy X, who was described as a midget. Little did I know that Fallujah was home to a small community of midgets, who banded together for support since they were considered as social outcasts. The Marines were anxious to get back to the midget colony to bring in the rest of the midget suspects, but I called off the search, figuring Bad Guy X was long gone on his short legs after seeing his companions rounded up by the giant infidels.
Giant infidels are us.
God, I love the Internet.
1 comment:
I don't know about you, but I think that "The Giant Infidels" would be a great name for a rock band. So would "Flex-Cuffed Midgets", come to think of it.
No, wait - "Giant Infidel & His Flex-Cuffed Midgets". I'd pay to see them.
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