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Post by CAPT Issac R. Madden on Dec 19, 2014 21:15:44 GMT 1
Some important advice for those who go to the Middle East.
Scorpions should never be sources of gambling, regardless of how cool it is when you trap two in an M-60 ammo can and let them fight it out to the death UFC style.
Specifically related to the above, betting on anything but the little clear guy makes you by default either a LOSER or a MARINE.
Specifically related to the above, once you realize that the little clear guy is obviously the most deadly of the scorpions indigenous to the Middle East, carrying a “winner” around on your shoulder as a parrot is not a bright idea.
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Post by Clint Johnston on Dec 19, 2014 21:23:39 GMT 1
Ah yes, our country's in the very best of hands, the people who are so smart they volunteer to get shot at.
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Post by Lily Ariel Linders on Dec 27, 2014 22:30:50 GMT 1
I found this little gem on " Not Always Right", in the 'Unfiltered' section... I laughed so hard at this...
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Post by CAPT Issac R. Madden on Dec 31, 2014 4:56:22 GMT 1
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Post by jklinders on Dec 31, 2014 11:23:53 GMT 1
I didn't know that Dave Barry was still writing. That's an unexpected pleasure in itself.
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Post by Mr. Glow on Jan 28, 2015 14:17:50 GMT 1
What's Eurogamer's favourite Channel 4 programme? 8 Out Of 10 Cats.
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Post by CAPT Issac R. Madden on May 28, 2016 2:02:53 GMT 1
A former Sergeant in the Marine Corps took a new job as a high school teacher. Just before the school year started, he injured his back. He was required to wear a plaster cast around the upper part of his body. Fortunately, the cast fit under his shirt and wasn't noticeable.
On the first day of class, he found himself assigned to the toughest students in the school. The smart punks, having already heard the new teacher was a former Marine, were leery of him and he knew they would be testing his discipline in the classroom.
Walking confidently into the rowdy classroom, the new teacher opened the window wide and sat down at his desk. When a strong breeze made his tie flap, he picked up a stapler and stapled the tie to his chest.
Dead silence... the rest of the year went very smoothly.
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Post by Cali on May 28, 2016 3:22:12 GMT 1
I had no idea Marine Todd became a schoolteacher.
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Post by CAPT Issac R. Madden on Sept 22, 2016 22:55:53 GMT 1
How Shit Happens In the beginning there was a Plan. And then came Assumptions. And the Assumptions were without form. And the plan was without substance. And darkness was on the face of the Troops. And they spoke among themselves, saying "It is a crock of shit, and it stinks". And the Troops went unto their Platoon Sergeants and said "It is a pail of dung, and none may abide the odor thereof". And the Platoon Sergeants went unto their First Sergeants, saying "It is a container of excrement, and it is very strong, such that none can abide by it". And the First Sergeants went unto their Sergeants Major saying "It is a vessel of fertilizer, and none may abide its strength". And the Sergeants Major spoke among themselves, saying one to another "It contains that which aids plant growth, and it is very strong". And the Sergeants Major went unto the Battalion Commanders, saying unto them "It promotes growth, and it is very powerful". And the Battalion Commanders went unto the Commanding General, saying unto him "This new Plan will actively promote growth and vigor of this unit, with powerful effects". And the CG looked upon the Plan and saw it was good. And the Plan became Policy. This is how shit happens.
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