I’d love it if Kelley McGillis made a cameo. Maverick and some of the younger guys are doing a meet and greet at the O-Club bar, when she comes trudging in, walks by, smiles at Maverick, and then lumbers over to a booth where she plops her fatass down with a large THUD. When the younger dudes look back at him, one of them asks, “Do you know her”? Maverick, caught in an almost dreamlike haze, comes out of it and says, “Yeah. She was a civilian contractor back in mid eighties who’s area of expertise was the MIG-28. Unfortunately for her, the data we were able to provide the state department after our skirmish over the Indian Ocean back in ‘86 revealed that she was full of shit. The planes we shot down were a bunch of F-5s that we’d sold some shithole Soviet offshoot country, and they were piloted by a handful of drunk ex-Soviet contractors. They even scored a kill on one of our guys early on, but once I showed up, and we realized what they were, it was like a fucking turkey shoot. We never let that pilot and his REO live it down either. His backseater, who went by Wolfman, broke up with him shortly after returning to port. So Hollywood decided to give real estate a try, but he couldn’t sell his way out of a wet paper sack. Last we heard he and partner were selling Scentsy. Anyway, back to the fat drink of water pounding the pint glass of white Zinfandel over there in the corner. Once the US Government realized she was completely full of shit, they canned her like tuna. Now she works at the Shell station over by the base. So the answer is yes, I do know her. Long answer is I used to go balls deep in her fat ass like my plane was going down, pun intended. Now, who’s got the next round? I need a shot, and if y’all are willing to drop some money in the pot, enough to make it interesting, y’all meet me in the parking lot and y’all can watch me just destroy her ass on the trunk of her green Karmann Ghia. $100 she’s parked in the handicapped space right next to my Ninja”. Sent from my iPhone using Tapatalk