Five star general. That‘s rich.
I almost feel sad I won‘t be there the first time a MCPL stands you to attention and procedes to get in your face, jump your sh!t, and question your parentage, intelligence, and sexual orientation in the voice of the Almighty. I figure watching you do the duffle bag drag back to gay ol‘ Mon-ray-hall would be entertaining.
True, I‘m no vet. The real vets are the sorts of guys who 59 years ago today were doing their final rehearsals and sweatin bullets about having to jump off a landing craft or jumping out of a perfectly good aircraft into **** .
Just to clarify, I prefer to jack off with a Playboy college girls edition, but that‘s a matter of personal preference. Those chicks in the Sears catalouge just don‘t do it for me like Brandi with the 36DD‘s, nipple ring, and a 4.0 GPA does. And personally, I really think I‘m more of sh!thead than an a$$hole, but that may just be my perspective as a junior NCM talking.
It‘s OK if you‘re an ill-informed, short tempered thud, gozonuts. I still like you, as a person I mean.