after being suddenly promoted to Chief Range Instructor in charge of training Cobra’s Viper Infantrymen in marksmanship, and holding the postion for 20 minutes, Cobra Commander summons you to the Interrogation Center for a “Personal Counciling & Motivational Training Session”.
You hear the information minster insist “The Americans are committing suicide in their tanks and are no where even close to Bahgdad.”
…the woman in the bathroom stall next to you claims that she can’t spare a square.
You’re going to send out about 200 wedding invitations and the cheap loser fella you’re going to marry insists that you buy the cheap wedding invitations (complete with inferior glue on the envelopes that you’re going to lick and seal) instead of the expensive wedding invitations.