your going to have sex once, it will be amazing enough to get people to talk about it for years to come, but others will doubt it even happened in the first place
it will just be one big cosmic event, some kind of chain reaction will lead to it, but when it does happen, it will be great enough to create life......so in short, you get drunk with some hot girl, have sex, she has a kid and no one believes you are the father
Yorke Doodle Dandy. Its my dad's book. It is about a yorkie that a soldier finds in a fox hole while in the field.
From the Wikipedia article: as described by Wynne, "Smoky Served in the South Pacific with the 5th Air Force, 26th Photo Recon Squadron [and] flew 12 air/sea rescue and photo reconnaissance missions."[5] On those flights, Smoky spent long hours dangling in a soldier's pack near machine guns used to ward off enemy fighters.[3] Smoky was credited with twelve combat missions and awarded eight battle stars.[6] She survived 150 air raids on New Guinea and made it through a typhoon at Okinawa.[4] Smoky even parachuted from 30 feet (9.1 m) in the air, out of a tree, using a parachute made just for her. Wynne credited Smoky with saving his life by warning him of incoming shells on an LST (transport ship), calling her an "angel from a foxhole." As the ship deck was booming and vibrating from anti-aircraft gunnery, Smoky guided Wynne to duck the fire that hit 8 men standing next to them.[3]
In the down time, Smoky learned numerous tricks, which she performed for the entertainment of troops with Special Services and in hospitals from Australia to Korea.[2] According to Wynne, Smoky taught him as much as he taught her, and she developed a repertoire beyond that of any dog of her day.[3] In 1944, Yank Down Under magazine named Smoky the "Champion Mascot in the Southwest Pacific Area."[5]
"During the course of our working together, Sid told me amazing stories about this industry whose eccentricities were serviced, about the appetites involved, about the money available to feed those appetites."
"He didn't hear anything about Ryan for a couple days, but one day he heard a drunk blond chippie muttering about "Mr. Fatcat Ryan... goddamn him..." as she frantically waved her empty glass at him."