Neanderpundit

Happy Birthday to the Corps.

I have often thought that if i had to do it all again, I would have stepped off a bus onto Paris Island on my 18th birthday. It’s the only way I can think of to be a bit more insane than I am now.

Thanks for your service, Gentlemen.

Tom hasn’t been around. I’m assuming one of three things: he’s so excited about his “victory” that he’s blowing Brak in effigy full time now (imagine a black inflatable doll with a cream-cheese filled dildo taped to the crotch), he has forgotten how to get back here, or while I was sick, DIck found a trapped comment, and used the IP to track tom down and is now using his skin as a lampshade.

Bed. Move out of bed, puke. Well, try to, didn’t have enough in me to bring up. THen some more bed.

Two freaking DAYS. I wanted to get my damned deer stand up. Guess there’s another year without a stand. Dammit.
Wanted to get balljoints done in the truck, too. Feeling a bit better though still at home, may try to do the uppers later today, if I’m not unconcious.