I could not care less about the choices, but they had meetings to discuss this. The meetings are what kill me. I went to a lot of BS meetings in the Pentagon and in Washington, but I never had to go to the "Gender Choices Meeting." Damn. Remember I was the guy who rolled on the floor in front of 3 star admirals when the outrageously effeminate guy raised his hand, waving it back and forth, and screaming, "Question from the rear, question from the rear!" Yeah, I am certain I would have been sent.
You must have choked holding back from blurting out whatever joke you had to be thinking that would have gotten you thrown in the brig.
Me and my buddy could not stop laughing. Of course, this was some time ago, way before we got all PC and such. We were "budget bubbas" so we were pretty much immune.
