Yeah, wasn't near as bad as I thought. It was fun as hell! It was Senior Drill Instructor Staff Sargeant Brown and a female DI Sargeant Ariano (don't know if I spelled her last name right) were there. I was in the front row of the formation and they didn't yell at me or tell me to fix anything, but they yelled at pretty much everyone else. Maybe I'm good, or maybe I just got lucky, hahaha. The female drill instructor had some tig-o-bitties and was hot as hell too.
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Krilons Resa
Jerry's married?!
Remember the image of MICHAEL JACKSON dangling his baby over that hotel balcony and how unsettling it was? Now imagine he actually DROPPED the kid. --That was the scene on Monday in Ludwigshafen, Germany (--in the southern part of the country), when a fire broke out in an apartment building. --A couple got trapped in their third story apartment with their 9-month old daughter, named Onur. With the staircase destroyed by flames and the halls filled with smoke, the family had no way out . . . except through the window. --Onur`s mother leaned out of the window and saw a policeman below who yelled for her to drop the baby. --With no other options, Onur`s mother let go, dropping her 40 FEET into the police officer`s outstretched arms. She was completely UNHARMED. --The apartment fire killed nine people and injured another 60, including Onur`s mother, who`s in the hospital.
Krilons Resa
Jerry's married?!
swizzlenuts
i'm sciencing as fast as i can
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Krilons Resa
Jerry's married?!
Krilons Resa
Jerry's married?!
Krigloch the Furious
Pants full of poo
Climb Thar Hill
not family oriented
dorian gray
Returning videotapes
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ProgMetalFan
In the attic
[IF]
If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you
But make allowance for their doubting too,
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or being lied about, don't deal in lies,
Or being hated, don't give way to hating,
And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise:
If you can dream--and not make dreams your master,
If you can think--and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build 'em up with worn-out tools:
If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it all on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breath a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: "Hold on!"
If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with kings--nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you;
If all men count with you, but none too much,
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds' worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,
And--which is more--you'll be a Man, my son!
--Rudyard Kipling
If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you
But make allowance for their doubting too,
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or being lied about, don't deal in lies,
Or being hated, don't give way to hating,
And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise:
If you can dream--and not make dreams your master,
If you can think--and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build 'em up with worn-out tools:
If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it all on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breath a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: "Hold on!"
If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with kings--nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you;
If all men count with you, but none too much,
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds' worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,
And--which is more--you'll be a Man, my son!
--Rudyard Kipling
EricT
Don't you ever get...
So yeah, friday night, come home, drink a few beers and a friend calls up asks if I want to go to Wendover (Nevada border town about an hour away full of casinos, booze and hookers) with a bunch of of people. I say "Sure" and mention the fact that I can't drive because I'm already 6 deep. So we ride up with another guy, and hit Wendover. We arrive, get the hotel room, start wandering around drinking and playing some cards (I didn't get ID'd at all for once, which I was quite proud of). Night goes on, involving several strippers in a small hotel room at one point (no idea where the fuck they came from, no idea who the fuck paid for them, but they were on lots of coke and amusing the shit out of me) and me managing to lose 250 bucks playing roulette in 15 minutes. Eventually our driver starts arguing with his womang on the phone and sorta walks off without saying a word. I take no note of this as I had just began puking from the 15th floor onto some parked cars below.
4 hours later, wake up... Everyone files out... and then I notice in my hungover haze "Where the fuck is our driver?" I call him, he picks up and I ask him where the fuck he is. He, of course, says "Home..." At this point I start yelling into the phone trying to figure out why the fuck he wouldn't mention the fact that he was leaving to either of the people depending on his sorry ass for a ride home. By the time I had everything figured out, everyone else driving had already left and were in already in the cell phone dead zone (about 5 miles out from Wendover where a lot of cell phones don't seem to pick up signals, considering its the middle of the fucking desert). So, no answers from anybody I had numbers for, or my friend had numbers for.
So the only option left was to blow 70 bucks on a bus back home. Of course, all the buses except one several hours later were sold out.
So I spent about 7 hours sitting with a friend, hungover, in a bus station, playing penny slots (didn't have much money left, maybe 20 bucks and I needed to eat) and talking to creepy old people who spend their lives in that town blowing away their riches.
Fuck today blew hard.
Edit: I'm still in quite a massive hungover state, so if the spelling was worse than usual, thats why.
4 hours later, wake up... Everyone files out... and then I notice in my hungover haze "Where the fuck is our driver?" I call him, he picks up and I ask him where the fuck he is. He, of course, says "Home..." At this point I start yelling into the phone trying to figure out why the fuck he wouldn't mention the fact that he was leaving to either of the people depending on his sorry ass for a ride home. By the time I had everything figured out, everyone else driving had already left and were in already in the cell phone dead zone (about 5 miles out from Wendover where a lot of cell phones don't seem to pick up signals, considering its the middle of the fucking desert). So, no answers from anybody I had numbers for, or my friend had numbers for.
So the only option left was to blow 70 bucks on a bus back home. Of course, all the buses except one several hours later were sold out.
So I spent about 7 hours sitting with a friend, hungover, in a bus station, playing penny slots (didn't have much money left, maybe 20 bucks and I needed to eat) and talking to creepy old people who spend their lives in that town blowing away their riches.
Fuck today blew hard.
Edit: I'm still in quite a massive hungover state, so if the spelling was worse than usual, thats why.
EricT
Don't you ever get...
Oh, and all you can eat casino meat and seafood buffets and massive hangovers do not mix too well. I have no idea why I decided it'd be a good idea to eat prime rib and halibut and then follow it with another great whim mix: lettuce, corn, bacon, string beans, and clams, then topping that all off with a with a piece of key lime pie...
I sure do want to go back in time and prevent myself from doing that.
I sure do want to go back in time and prevent myself from doing that.
Krilons Resa
Jerry's married?!
Krigloch the Furious
Pants full of poo
Demilich
Remember
I'm drinking Ontario stout while making a Belgian-style beef stew which also contains this very same stout + some Chimay Premiere. This rules.
Dead_Lioness
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MajestikMøøse
Membrum virile
Climb Thar Hill
not family oriented
I was knocked on my ass this weekend. Went for a pint yesterday afternoon and quickly started feeling tired. The feeling increased into the evening the the body aches and chills kicked in. Around 8pm a fever started and I was fucking out.
I feel better today but still rather dismal. No fever or chills. Just congestion, aches, and a fucked up stomach. I did manage to down some bottles of Flying Dog's Gonzo Imperial Porter and Rogue's Juniper Pale Ale.
I feel like death now
I feel better today but still rather dismal. No fever or chills. Just congestion, aches, and a fucked up stomach. I did manage to down some bottles of Flying Dog's Gonzo Imperial Porter and Rogue's Juniper Pale Ale.
I feel like death now
