The only thing the fetid cremesicle is sorry about is the fact that this is the digital age so everything he says is instantly available.

I was in the military back before/during/after the “don’t ask/don’t tell” idiocy. I was enlisted, and I knew exactly who was/wasn’t gay in my squadron. Did I care? No. Did any of my coworkers care? No. All we cared about was the job got done and our backs were covered. Yes, there were some old school gripers, but for…

I doubt it’s the same chain. The Cow’s ice cream I’m talking of only has stores in Prince Edward Island, Nova Scotia, Alberta, Ontario and British Columbia. You might be thinking of Java Cow?

Gambit movie? Yes, please. Channing Tatum? Meh. He’s like soft serve vanilla. OK on occasion but not something I want to indulge in often.

Cow’s ice cream and blueberry grunt. Time to start planning a return trip to the Maritimes

Non-judicial punishment - military justice.