It's not a tank. Oh, don't get me wrong, it's an armored tracked vehicle but it isn't a "tank" as far as the definition of one goes. Tracked. Check. Armored. Check. Large gun. Nope. It's an APC, Armored Personnel Carrier. Get it right people. Yes, I'll admit that "tank" has more shock and awe, but it's not one. That's like calling a bike, a car. You know what though? That guy must've been on crack, because all of vehicles come with combat locks, meaning it can't be opened from the inside. The only way to get in is if you're an armor-piercing round.
Not that it's funny, it's not really worth mentioning but I will because my buddy Darius is down there right now at that very truck stop. Well, he's a truck driver, so it makes sense.
And not to belittle the loss, but this isn't the most flattering picture of the kid. As far as universal healthcares go, I guess that doesn't include dental. He needed more than some wisdom teeth removed; maybe some braces or something. Whew!
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