The year was 1968. An overheated private removed his flak jacket revealing an instrumental guitar piece. Our momentary lapse in concentration allowed Charlie to get the drop on us.
"No more gasposts in the shitposting group, please". Well, that's almost a sentence. Don't worry, nobody will take away your precious gasposts. Tell my secretary you can have a free gaspost. She'll make everything all right, I promise.