The Real Definition of a Soldier

You Hooker! I Love You!

I grabbed my shades out of my purse and slipped them on before rolling down my window. "Music?"

"Take your pick," T.J. said gestruing to five or six multi-CD holders.

I picked one up at random and started flipping through it. Hmmm. So many options. Drop Kick Murphys, Fall Out Boy, Creed, Green Day, Third Eye Blind, Seether, Maroon Five, All-American Rejects. I grabbed that the Move Along Cd by All-American Rejects, and popped it in. While it was regirsting in the CD player, "Beat It" started coming from my phone. I looked at my phone and saw MandaPanda had texted me.

I opened it up and read, "HOPE YOU'RE HAVING A GOOD TIME WITH TJ!"

I glanced at T.J. and asked, "Did you ask Amanda to make sure I got ready?"

He looked bashful and said, "Maybe."

I replied back to Manda, "You Hooker! You could have warned me! But thanks for getting me ready. I love you and will keep you posted."

"We're almost there!"
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Once again its short. But I think thats how I'm going to roll with this story.
Loving the updates.
AND MANDAPANDA this one goes out to you! And your hookerness!