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p.s. alex if this is the start of your internet golden age, beware! it can get daunting. my golden age on BCO was so bad i had to leave it forever.
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Hm thanks for that. I appreciate it. Cause I'm not having a bad day and need to be insulted ONE MORE TIME. I offer up nothing but the occasional compliment and ego stroking. I'm not an internet slut, of this I assure you.
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vvv Jake's ass vvv
I've been trying variations of that line, but for some reason they're not working.
"Hey, you remember that picture of that little armless Iraqi boy? I did that!"
"Ever been with a guy heading into a homoerotic murder zone before?"
"Hey baby, you want me to paint your name on a wedding-bound bomb right underneath 'HIGH JACK THIS FAGS'?"
"Hey, you remember that picture of that little armless Iraqi boy? I did that!"
"Ever been with a guy heading into a homoerotic murder zone before?"
"Hey baby, you want me to paint your name on a wedding-bound bomb right underneath 'HIGH JACK THIS FAGS'?"
lizard
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I think they intercept sluts at the border. there's a list of all kinds of stuff that's uncool to send because it pisses the muslims off, like porn, liquor, scantilly dressed wimmen...
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lizard said:
Yea he is back now. Completely fucking insane but alive. Bush's little war that he thinks is so good has destroyed one of the people that means the most to me in this world. Fuck that guy.
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minxnim
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no but his best friend from becket ma just had both his legs blown off. so who knows? maybe my brother will lose a leg before he comes back 
lizard
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haha alex, we have an ex-ranger here in the office and he while he talks to you he's constantly rubbing his crotch.
I told the web guy and the lesbian cubemate that I was pretty sure that was part of the over the top macho culture of special forces, and remembered this bit from Black Hawk Down:
"Then he and Collett sat for a long time and talked in whispers. The D-boys had all the windows and doorways covered, so there was nothing for them to do. The moon was up, casting soft light over Fillmore's body in the middle of the courtyard. Collett kept checking his watch. Floyd poked around the courtyard, his pants flapping open around his bare middle.
Collett was feeling bored. He couldn't believe it, bored in a combat zone? How could that happen? The whole scene was weird, too weird for belief. Nobody would ever believe this shit back home. They listened to the gun runs overhead and to the approaching roar of weaponry as the giant rescue convoy fought its way in.
"Hey, Floyd."
"Yeah."
"I've got an idea."
"What?"
"Wanna get a Combatjack?"
Floyd couldn't believe his ears. Collett was suggesting they both beat off. This was a running joke with the Rangers, getting a "jack" in exotic places. Guys would brag about getting a Thailandjack, or an Egyptjack, or a C-5 jack. They both laughed.
"Collett, you're fuckin' high, man. Yer crazier 'n hell," Floyd said.
"No, man. Think about it. You would definitely be the first kid on your block. How many people can say they got one of those, huh?"
............................
Black Hawk Down, pg 153
The worst thing about hangar life, of course, was no women. There were women around, but they were all nurses who worked in a different part of the base or over at the UN compound and all were strictly off-limits. It was tough. There was plenty of porn around, of course, and many of the Rangers were humorously casual about masturbation. Most were discreet about it, but some had adopted a sort of crude defiance, standing up next to their cot to announce, "I'm going to the port-o-pot to fuckin' jack off." Specialist John Collett, a SAW gunner with absolutely no shame about such matters, would brag about his repertory, describing innovative new onanistic techniques-"Man, you shoulda seen me last night. I shit you not, I was gasping!" and coming up with new and unusual places to jack off. Collett claimed to have gotten a "harness-jack," that is, to have masturbated hanging from a parachute harness. It was pitiful. One of the air force PJs got a blow-up love doll in the mail and almost nobody laughed. All this horniness under pressure produced even more adolescent silliness than usual. Corporal Jim Cavaco walked around one night with a length of nylon cord tied around the end of his penis, holding the rope up delicately between two fingers, telling everybody, "Juss takin' the dawg out for a walk."
I told the web guy and the lesbian cubemate that I was pretty sure that was part of the over the top macho culture of special forces, and remembered this bit from Black Hawk Down:
"Then he and Collett sat for a long time and talked in whispers. The D-boys had all the windows and doorways covered, so there was nothing for them to do. The moon was up, casting soft light over Fillmore's body in the middle of the courtyard. Collett kept checking his watch. Floyd poked around the courtyard, his pants flapping open around his bare middle.
Collett was feeling bored. He couldn't believe it, bored in a combat zone? How could that happen? The whole scene was weird, too weird for belief. Nobody would ever believe this shit back home. They listened to the gun runs overhead and to the approaching roar of weaponry as the giant rescue convoy fought its way in.
"Hey, Floyd."
"Yeah."
"I've got an idea."
"What?"
"Wanna get a Combatjack?"
Floyd couldn't believe his ears. Collett was suggesting they both beat off. This was a running joke with the Rangers, getting a "jack" in exotic places. Guys would brag about getting a Thailandjack, or an Egyptjack, or a C-5 jack. They both laughed.
"Collett, you're fuckin' high, man. Yer crazier 'n hell," Floyd said.
"No, man. Think about it. You would definitely be the first kid on your block. How many people can say they got one of those, huh?"
............................
Black Hawk Down, pg 153
The worst thing about hangar life, of course, was no women. There were women around, but they were all nurses who worked in a different part of the base or over at the UN compound and all were strictly off-limits. It was tough. There was plenty of porn around, of course, and many of the Rangers were humorously casual about masturbation. Most were discreet about it, but some had adopted a sort of crude defiance, standing up next to their cot to announce, "I'm going to the port-o-pot to fuckin' jack off." Specialist John Collett, a SAW gunner with absolutely no shame about such matters, would brag about his repertory, describing innovative new onanistic techniques-"Man, you shoulda seen me last night. I shit you not, I was gasping!" and coming up with new and unusual places to jack off. Collett claimed to have gotten a "harness-jack," that is, to have masturbated hanging from a parachute harness. It was pitiful. One of the air force PJs got a blow-up love doll in the mail and almost nobody laughed. All this horniness under pressure produced even more adolescent silliness than usual. Corporal Jim Cavaco walked around one night with a length of nylon cord tied around the end of his penis, holding the rope up delicately between two fingers, telling everybody, "Juss takin' the dawg out for a walk."
lizard
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combat fucks with peoples' head for sure. I've worked for department of the army and some of the older dudes from 'nam were pretty squirrely.
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lizard
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I shit you not, I've been around the military all my life, and worked as a civilian in predominantly military offices. it is its own culture, for better or worse...
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