Saturday, March 31, 2012

Short Arm Inspection

                                                                      Catharsis

Res Ipsa Loquitur

2 comments:

DougM said...

• Well, which one'a you is it, ladies?
Gunny says one'a ya's gonna have tea with me an' my dollies.
• Nah, it's nothing like that. Unlike you worms, I know who my parents are!
• I said 1500, not 1510, and certainly not 1515. You people each owe me fifteen minutes of unnecessary civilian exposure.
• No, no, no! You ladies won't do. Now go back to the barracks and send over somebody butch !
• Dang it, when I say line up by size, I ain't talkin' about your dicks!
• You, the smarty-pants tall guy. What's the capital of South Dakota?
• One of you... gentlemen didn't throw his juice box in the bin. If the culprit doesn't step forward, I'll have you all on puke-sweepup detail on Monday.
• One of the plastic horsies doesn't rock anymore. You heroes wanna tell me how that happened?
• What a bunch of pussies. When you ask a little lady to dance, you shouldn't bitch and moan about her standing on your toes an' scuffin' up you shiny, pansy-assed shoes.
• Corporal! Eyes front when I'm chewin' your ass!
• And you call yourselves Marines. Whyyy there isn't a decent jacks player among ya.
• Shut up, Thompson. I did not give you permission to whine.
• Just because you guys are graduating fifth grade, today, is no reason to make fun of us second-graders.
• Well, you're not sailors, but you'll have to do, I suppose.

Ten Mile Island said...

Love is patient, love is kind.

It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud.

It does not dishonor others, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs.

Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth.

It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres.

Sempre Fi.
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