He was trying to dodge the draft.
Try or try not, there is no do.
Trying to hold on to a thought.
Me: Like 4 maybe. 5 tops. Wife: I counted 19. Me: Well I rounded down.
Because they'll get sand in their Schlitz.
To avoid the draft!
A Corpseman. Painfully obvious, yet a terrible play on the English language, I know. It was something I came up with a few years ago, for some unknown reason.
Officer Wilson can dodge a bullet
DODGE!!!