So last night was our brigade dining in, as well as our recieval of our combat badge. It was a decent dining in...at least as good as it could be. I mean, pretty much all these events are is everyone forced to go to make fools of themselves in an attempt to entertain the bigwigs, and make them believe moral is actually higher than what it is. And that was pretty much the jist of it last night, but for me it was still good to see some of the people I haven't seen since leaving Ft. Lewis.
Our Chief and I had a skit to do as Hanz and Franz from SNL...the two fuckers that worshipped Schwartzenegger (i think thats how its spelt), but yeah by far we were the best skit of the night. We wore alot of clothing to make us look all buff and bulky and since Maryland I had grown and adapted my Arnold voice to almost perfection, and the chief was pretty good at it too. Everyone had loved us, and pretty much all the skits before us, and definitly the two that went on after us sucked major fuckin donkey dick. I didn't get any pictures personnaly as my camera had died, but I do know some people that took pictures and will try to get what I can to post up on here so you can see some of the event...but no promises.
It was good to recieve a combat badge. It makes me actually feel like I am doing something, that I am worth something...somewhat a meaningful existense. Unlike my other commands, nothing meant against Specy, but it seemed everyone above he and I were all about backstabbing and subliminally making people feel useless, incompetent and like shit. This is my first command, go figure my first real full Army command, that I actually feel like I am doing something with my life. It only took me five years and alot of trauma to get to this point. But truly in essense it has alot to do with Specy, as he had stuck his neck out for me on more occasions then I deserved in Maryland. As I was getting in trouble on an almost a daily basis, and taking out my personanel problems on those at work. I should have gotten much more negativity back, and probably should be out of the military now, but if he didn't do alot of the things behind the curtains that he did, I wouldn't be here, growing and maturing, and hopefully becoming a better soldier. For that Specy, I love ya man, and I thank you. Maybe one day I'll get to serve under ya (maybe literally) and make up for Maryland...(hints at pulling strings to bring me down to Texas....whistles). Anyways I gotta head to work, peace out bitches. I love ya Specy, RC I miss ya man you lanky sumbitch. Watch that horse dick when you turn, don't need to clothesline someone with it. MRLF??? Hope I get to hang with ya and know ya better when I get back. And our favorite little Fanatic Cock Dancer....what can I say about this one...Dance girl Dance. But be more vocal about it when I call. I don't believe the emotion bein presented.
Peace and Chicken Grease
~Frank The Motha Fuckin Tank
posted by zefyur @ 7:25 PM,
2 Comments:
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At 9:48 AM,
zefyur said...
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yeah this was like my second or third one. the best part was goin up in front of everyone and makin a fool of myself.
it looks like you are feelin better...or drunk...or high...hmmmm. high. yeahness.
peace out you dirty messican???? -
At 10:46 AM,
all we are is a spec in life said...
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Mike I love you, I am glad I helped someone in my life the right way. Dont listen to the haters above, they dont love you like I do and want to tickle the big plump prostate of yours, MMMMMMMMMMMMMM!!!