Yeah buddy, things are getting really exciting around here. That’s not true – but folks are coming in now, so that means I’ll eventually be sent home to out-process from the Army, again. You can keep on asking me when that will be – but you know as much as I do. Oh, yeah, and it doesn’t do ANY good to ask anyone in my chain of command: they don’t know shit either.
The most recent bit of fun: if it’s done on a computer (Spreadsheets) it’s now the responsibility of S6 to do. Hell, I’ll make that a blanket statement of if it’s done NEAR a computer it’s now the responsibility of S6. Compare the data on two spreadsheets? S6 can do it! Copy files from a CD to my computer? S6 can do it! Clean this pistol that is sitting near my computer? S6 can do it!
Needless to say, I spend a lot of my day thinking about what people would look like with government issue ball point pens STICKING OUT OF THEIR EYE SOCKETS.
Ok, all better. Here’s some sweet photos of the two of us being morons. Again.
99% pilfered. Vinnie would be proud.
FREEDOM PAINT EAGLES!!!1!!
FUCK YES! MOUNTAINS! BIRDS! LAPTOPS!
The giant ass BBQ knife is a truly fine example of what gets done here.
I titled this shot, "Radioactive Urine Sample, V1" because it sounds snotty and pretentious
What do you mean the turtles aren't talking yet? Put some more blue shit on 'em.
It's like someone juiced the genie from Aladdin.
There's an ocean out there - also, a FLAMING STICK!
Dudes - sweet mosque you've got there.
Really, it's impressive.
He's natural! THERE IS NOTHING NATURAL ABOUT A CHOCOLATE FILLED TALKING CROISSANT!
Two chocolate filled croissants were baking in the oven.
One chocolate filled croissant looks at the other and says, “My, it’s hot in here.”
The other chocolate filled croissant looks at the first and says, “HOLY SHIT A TALKING CROISSANT!”
I never expected I’d live to see two people have so much fun talking about talking chocolate croissants.
Don’t talk to the croissants. They lie.
Talking vanilla croissant walks into a bar…
Talking chocolate crossant bartender says, “What’ll have doll face?”
Talking vanilla croissant turns to leave and says, “Nothing thanks. Looks to me like you’re full of shit!”
If you’re wearing a Kevlar vest when you barbecue you might want to reconsider where you buy your pork steaks.
OK, my turn…
Two chocolate croissants walked into a bar.
OW!!!