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TT: Cross my heart. GT: Hope to die.

TT: Hey there. TG: oh hey TG: took you long enough TT: Yeah sorry I was. . .busy. TG: busy huh TT: Mmhm. TG: you said that very suspiciously im curious TG: busy with what TG: something weird TT: Okay stay calm. TT: I was getting stitches. TG: um what TG: why TT: I might have gotten grazed. TT: By shrapnel. TG: when TT: Today. TG: oh my TG: ugh TT: But hey I was the only one who got hit. TG: how long are you there TG: are you ok TG: where are you now TT: I'm fine I promise. TG: where did you get hit anyway TG: what were you doing TT: I'm in my bunk. Hit in the shoulder. TG: which one TT: Right shoulder. We were ambushing a what we thought was

When the Lord was creating peace officers, he was into his sixth day of overtime when an angel appeared and said, "You're doing a lot of fiddling around on this one." And the Lord said, "Have you read the specs on this order?" "A peace officer has to be able to run five miles through alleys in the dark, scale walls, enter homes the health inspector wouldn't touch, and not wrinkle his uniform." "He has to be able to sit in an undercover car all day on a stakeout, cover a homicide scene that night, canvass the neighborhood for witnesses, and testify in court the next day. He has to be in top physical condition at all times, running on black