HELLO LADIES!

Somewhere in Iraq...

Private: *sniff* "Sir, can I ask a question?"
Lieutenant: "Speak."
Private: "Sir... do you smell fish?"
Lieutenant: "I BEG YOUR PARDON?!"
Private: "Fish, sir. Fish." *sniff sniff*
Lieutenant: *sniff* "hm... well, actually... now that you mention it..."
Private: "Sir, I don't mean to imply anything, but... have you been
eating fish?"
Lieutenant: "Excuse me?!"
Private: "It's okay, sir. I won't say anything about that party we had
last Wednesday night in the city-"
Lieutenant: "Ahem-hem!"
Private: "... and the hookers..."
Lieutenant: "I have no idea what you're talking about! I don't even
like eating fish! I prefer red meat."
Private: "... oh."
*cough*
Lieutenant: "Now, son, are you telling me you'd prefer to eat fish over
a hot, juicy, slab of beef?"
Private: "Sir, I thought we had a policy about this..."
Lieutenant: "Exactly what are you implying here, soldier?"
Private: "Nothing! Nothing sir! I never asked, you never told.
I just could've sworn I smelled fish..."

This conversation somewhere in Iraq was brought to you by a robot I constructed today whilst covered to the wrist in smoked salmon cream cheese from breakfast. Which, for the record, I might add, my boss complained "was making him sick, and could I please eat it faster?"

Further bulletins as events warrant.

P.S. Happy 100th entry, Bubonic Plague Luncheonette!