Ugh. Give the macho a break... We must Overcome. We must Neutralize. We must have reflexive reactions to danger. We must wipe our noses with our hands. We must spit with incredible precision. We must not tolerate bad haircuts, or those who wear them. We must not call out for our mommies when the AK-47 bursts fill the sea around us. We must sniff each others butts as we pass, to determine our enemies status. We must lie about the lengths of our penises, and the women who adore them. We must pretend we know all that there is about weapons and the sea. We must play the role of tough-guy because we got our asses kicked by everyone in high school. We must wear uniform mustaches to prove that we can grow hair, but can't let our beards grow so our Special Forces Hi-Tek masks will not flood our two-way lens mounted anti-personnel radar/intercept weapons system. We must talk to others as though they could only wish to be like us. We must have testosterone. We are Special Operations. Get out of our way. (P.S. This is meant as humor - if you get pissed, too bad - thanks to my physics class, I can make a thermonuclear device from two rolls of toilet paper and Keet's NAUI Instructor card, so there...) Kevin HeyyDude
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