Little Willy walks...
USMC.
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- Squids PTing: left, left, lefty right ley'o.
- Squids: we love to double time...
- Squids: 'cause we do it all the time...
- Me: no you don't!
- Squids: ...
- Squids: ...
I took her to dinner.
I got that bitch Kentucky Fried Chicken.
Bitches love KFC.
le bored
- Me: so, basically, this doctor's job is to annoy the shit out of his patients.
- Myrna: That would be the most awesome job for me. It'd be perfect. You could be on my resume.
A little part of me just drove away and left me thirty four hundred dollars richer.
Go ahead and leave me, you whore. No one will treat you like I did.
I wonder if he knows…
What, you want a cookie? “And…” now you got one less friend.
$65.
Fuck my life-
could’ve had a in-line four.
My internet’s been down for the last few days. I’ve sank into a deep depression.
I stood up and faced Mr. Vice-
-“Mr. Vice, I request permission to address the president of the mess.”
“Permission granted.”
I left-faced.
-“Mr. President, I request permission to speak freely and walk about.”
“Permission granted.”
I slowly walked toward my buddy Cohee, who was severely sun burned from standing outside, cooking the hog all day.
-“Mr. President, I request permission to make a fine.”
Mr. President answered, “State your case.”
-“Perhaps forgetting a very important class in Operational Risk Management, Corporal Cohee failed to apply the proper procedures and sustained significant damage to his skin.”
Everyone burst out in laughter.
“Corporal Cohee, do you wish to defend your case?”
“No, Mr. President.”
“Therefore, I fine you to drink from the grog*”
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*At some mess nights, violators of the mess are obliged to publicly drink from a grog bowl in front of the mess attendees. The grog is sometimes contained in a toilet bowl, consisting of various alcoholic beverages mixed together. As a more disgusting effect, the grog may also contain floating solids, such as meatballs, raw oysters, or Tootsie Rolls.
