RoyalOrleans

I'm not a bloody limey, mate. Oops.

Ahhh... In my platoon, there was this guy we called "Kicker". He claimed to be a staunch soccer fan, but throughout highschool he was a place kicker on the varsity football team. He was a nice guy, wore the big black nerdy gov't issue glasses and had a tatoo of a spade on his arm. Don't know why. Anyways... while overseas (long story short) he started crying one afternoon at the bivouac. He kept talking about his niece and nephew and how much he missed them. Balling like a baby, he said to the Gunny "I have a special bond with them" or some horseshit. A week went by after that little scene and he was called away by the Gunny. Never heard from him again, though I was told the Gunny brought him back to the bivouac and he gathered his shit and left. Come to find out, he was dubbed a section eight and was thrown in the brig. That punishment, without a doubt, only complicated the bastard's mind and twisted his memories. Kicker was troubled, I think. A potential pedophile, but in my heart of hearts I believe he is incapable of doing any real harm physically. Not that I am taking his side, but he hated his M-16. I loved mine.

The ugly fat guys are the ones with the money, thus they fuck the little eighteen year old twats that wander in. If the girl is of legal age and signs a written consent, which is a must, she has made an adult decision. Degradation is par for the course, if you want to do porn and make money... you have to be humiliated.

Watch more porn. You'll see a lot of naked chicks, but you'll also see a lot of dicks.

Soccer is gay.

I always use the U.N. in common, everyday communication. U N your big mouth. U N your fat wife. U N your ugly kids. U N those miserable pricks down at the country club. U N that brazen hussie. et. al.

Jason... please stick around because that response was just too funny. (Please Note: There was absolutely no sarcasm. So there!)

I can't believe I'm posting this... Vortex you look better as a man.

Joel.... You should really click on "Preview Post" before you submit your reply. It's like reading four year old gibberish written in crayon on the bathroom wall.

Led Zeppelin Since I've Been Loving You Working from seven to eleven every night, It really makes life a drag, I don't think that's right. I've really been the best, the best of fools, I did what I could, yeah. 'Cause I love you, baby, How I love you, darling, How I love you, baby, I'm in love with you, girl, little girl. But baby, Since I've Been Loving You, yeah. I'm about to lose my worried mind, ah, yeah. Everybody trying to tell me that you didn't mean me no good. I've been trying, Lord, let me tell you, Let me tell you I really did the best I could. I've been working from seven to eleven every night, I said It kinda makes my life a drag, drag, drag, drag.. Lord, yeah, that ain't right... no no Since I've Been Loving You, I'm about to lose my worried mind. Said I've been crying, yeah, oh my tears they fell like rain, Don't you hear them, Don't you hear them falling, Don't you hear them, Don't you hear them falling. Do you remember mama, when I knocked upon your door? I said you had the nerve to tell me you didn't want me no more, yeah I open my front door, hear my back door slam, You know I must have one of them new fangled back door man. I've been working from seven, seven, seven, to eleven every night and It kinda makes my life a drag... a drag, drag, oh yeah it makes a drag. Baby, Since I've Been Loving You, I'm about to lose, I'm about lose lose my worried mind. Just One more, Just One more Since I've Been Loving You, I'm about to lose my worried mind.

Don't tell me your little choir also sung the opening to that Rolling Stones' song "You Can't Always Get What You Want".

I hate Indians who call here from India selling a promotion for BellSouth (Long Distance / DSL provider covering much of the Southeastern United States). What the fuck? One Indian guy called here two nights back saying that his name was "Jimmy Smith with BellSouth". I replied, "No, you ain't. Your last name is Patel, I'll wager, live in Bombay, and make thirty cents an hour.".

They made them cry?

Can't you say anything without exclamation points or maniacal laughter?

Well... not gay gay. Gay in a Viking way, not in a prison way.

Are you from So Cal, Southern California, or Woburn, Mass?

Here's my favorite song by Tool... Sober There's a shadow just behind me Shrouding every step I take Making every promise empty Pointing every finger at me Waiting like a stalking buttler Who upon the finger rests Murder now, the pattern called "must we" Just because the son has come Jesus,wont you fucking whistle ? Something but the past and done Jesus, wont you fucking whistle Something but the past and done Why can't we not be sober? I just want to start this over And why can't we drink forever? I just want to start this over I am just a worthless liar I am just an imbecile I will only complicate you Trust in me and fall as well I will find a centre in you I will chew it up and leave I will work to elevate you Just enough to bring you down Mother Mary, won't you whisper? Something but what's past and done Mother Mary, won't you whisper? Something but what's past and done Why can't we not be sober? I just want to start this over And why can't we sleep forever? I just want to start this over And why? I am just a worthless liar I am just an imbecile I will only complicate you Trust in me and fall as well I will find a centre in you I will chew it up and leave Trust me Trust me Trust me Trust me Trust me Why can't we not be sober? I just want to start things over And why can't we sleep forever? I just want to start this over And why? I want it when I want it I want it when I want it I want it when I want it I want it when I want it

Ok... that is a cool song. Fin-fucking-ally!

I once took a piss in front of ten other guys. Six Mexicans, three whites, and two blacks... no I'm not kinky like that. You have no choice when thrust into a holding cell before you make bail... which took eight goddamn hours!

I think Tori swallows.

I miss builder's old avatar. This new one, the construction worker, keeps smiling at me with them pearly whites. Kind of freakish.

Well said, spunksponge. I don't know if this was your first or your second post, but you nailed it. In six simple words you summed up what all of us were crying for the last three pages. Kudos. (Please note: Sarcasm is so hard to convey over the net. So there.)

One of the worst songs ever! Sheeeeesh! Is there no end to the talentless hacks that you deem worthy of quoting? Sheeeeeeeesh!

Yesterday, I bought a couple packs of smokes and some sunflower seeds and the total came to $6.66. No lie. Three different times, yesterday, I found a shiny copper penny lying on the ground... on heads. So I'm good until the next big superstitious lie.

We've heard you speak on this before.