Everyone love spaghetti, even crazy Chinamen.
Ho ho, RANK HAS ITS PRIVILEGES.
When you’re preparing a bombing raid against a wedding party full of savages, the last thing you need is a head full of mucous. Banish that killing-edge-killing cold with a nice frosty bottle of the Tussin, sailor!
You know, when you’ve just come home from being constantly shot by a bunch of crazy Muslims whose country you invaded and who are trying to blow your legs off, why not celebrate by overpaying for the same shitty food you had to eat in between fits of terror in the desert? Now available in a vegetarian option!
Of course, it’s illegal to sell these things, but what’s a little profiteering between friends?
