One thing I know, without a shadow of a doubt, that I am good at, is baking cookies. Massive amounts of cookies. We're talking well over a thousand at a time. Out of a non-commercial kitchen. For some strange reason, I enjoy handmixing huge vats of cookie dough and then obsessively forming thousands of perfectly rounded little cookie dough balls. (You may ask why I do not recruit younger sibling slavery, two words--cookie testicles.)

The time has come for me to again bake thousands of cookies and package them up to send overseas. If you know anyone overseas, or have a neighbor who has a friend who has a nephew whose bosses son or daughter is serving over there... email their address to me. Or leave it in the comment box. I will be more than happy to send them some homemade happiness. However, be warned, when I send cookies, I send cookies. One friend of mine I sent so many cookies he ended up handing them out to the villagers who worked on base.

This isn't difficult. I am not asking you to donate money, bake cookies or do a chicken dance. I am simply asking you to send addresses of troops you know who would enjoy cookies made by the one and only Porkchop.

While I am a excellent cook, if, on the off chance they eat my cookies and die. I am most certainly not responsible. Or if they choke on them and die. Or if someone uses the cookies as weapons and manages to use them to kill... whoever.