"Napalm, son. Nothing else in the world smells like that. I love the smell of napalm in the morning. You know, one time we had a hill bombed for 12 hours. When it was all over, I walked up. We didn't find one of 'em, not one stinkin' d*k body. The smell, you know that gasoline smell? The whole hill. Smelled like... victory. Someday, this war's gonna end."
I hope they included a broad-spectrum antibiotic in the their swag bags. Other than that, that's quite a sight seeing all those folks paddling down the Chicago River...jeez
Leads a peace March around the block
Around him, everywhere you look
You see kids he messed up with his book.
-- Rhyme from Mad Magazine, circa 1970s