Well, well, well, well. I'm here to tell you that life as you knew it has ended. You all may as well go into town tonight. You may as well laugh and make fools out of yourselves. Rub your pathetic little peckers against your honies or stick it in a knothole in the fence but whatever it is, get rid of it. Because at 0600 tomorrow your arse is mine.
Drop your cocks and grab your socks! Off your arse and on your feet. Let's move. Knees to the breeze in 5 minutes.
It's Goddam 5 o'clock. You said six!
So I lied. So I can't tell time. So maybe some communist bastard's going to make an appointment pop you a new a-hole in your forehead. You're Marines now. You adapt. You overcome. You improvise. Let's move. Four minutes!
This post was edited on 2/5 at 7:28 pm