Army Guy Tomorrow
SoonerMan
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Army guy called me. Set an appointment up with me, and I don't want to go. Should I just not show up? I'm kind of scared. I was just too nice to say no. I really have no interest in joining the army.
I don't want to mess with H/A. You guys are more fun.
I don't want to mess with H/A. You guys are more fun.
Rah, Oklahoma! Rah, Oklahoma! Rah, Oklahoma~! O-K-U!
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That should get you out of it.
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I thought this was going to be a thread about little green plastic army guys.
I always loved those things.
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Because I'm too fucking nice to tell someone, "No, I don't want to hear your shit." I feel bad enough telling telemarketers no.
I don't need order or discipline, I just don't know how to go about ditching this guy.
You can barely tell a telemarketer to shove his advertisement up his ass, and you don't need to grow a pair?
BE A MAN
He is persuavive and motivational for a living.
You are too much of a pussy to tell someone 'I'm not interested'
i'd start picking out a name for your rifle now
I also had a bunch of gray Nazi ones. They even had the potato masher grenades and everything. And they came with a gray plane and tank with the big, red and black cross on the side.
Combining them with the cowboys and indians made for a fun madlib history lesson.
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Yeah, Mine Detector Guy sucked.
Yeah good luck in the army
EDIT: knob and I are like this
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Too nice?
But for some reason, I always kept the guy taking a shit while talking on the portable radio alive.
@ Cap'n: I'd love to have seen that. I had the cowboys and indians too. And I had spacemen and aliens.
Imagine how I could have explained how the Western Expansion really happened.
Hehe a friend from high school tried to get me to join a pyramid scheme he had gotten sucked into. I let him buy me a dinner and talk to me about it. And then at the end I told him, yah I'm not interested. Thanks for the dinner!
I'd always find him something to look at, because I felt bad.
I'm going in to sign my enlistment contract tomorrow. $12,000 bonus going in as an E3. Hells yeah.
I always had tons of the one guy whose rifle was pointing down and he had the other hand thrown out to the side for no reason. He usually died along with Mine Finder Guy.
If you're too much of a pussy to say no to the recruiter over the phone, how are you going to say "no" face to face? Especially when he's tossing all sort of shit terms like "recruitment bonus" and "money for college" and "Babes dig the uniform"?
I say don't show up if you don't want to join.
On the other hand, you obviously need to grow a spine and a pair of balls to keep it company, so the military might be the thing for you.
"Hey, don't you guys have some rule against fags in the Marines?"
long awkward silence
"Because if you do, I'm totally gay or something. Seriously, I guess I love dicks. Lots and lots of dicks."
then told him I had to go because my boyfriend was waiting so we could go be gay together. In public. With dicks.
I've yet to get a call back, but keep that on the down low. I don't want Maddox finding out I'm heterosexual.
I always just melted him. I'd wait until the fourth of July and then melt them with fireworks.
The Marine Recruiter called me up when I was in tenth grade and I told him he was wasting his time because I was too much of a pussy to join the marines. Well apparently they write down the results of all of their phone calls because years later when I went and enlisted it was through the very same recruiter and he brought up my file and read it to me. I thought it was pretty funny.
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No see, you don't have a fucking backbone so you deserve to have some drill seargent up in your face making your decisions for you. Or grow a pair of balls and brush him off.
When we'd throw everything in a big pile and choose our armies, the first guys always picked first were the Bazooka dude and the Flamethrower dude.
Fuck. Now I want to go buy a shitload of little army men and build sand forts and throw rocks at them.
The army recruiters were calling me every other day for two months during my freshman year of college. It was weird how they weren't picking up on the gay vibe at all.
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He was free, man.
your = belonging to you
their = belonging to them
there = not here
they're = they are
He was also the hardest to knock over.
Rule was, if he isn't upside-down or on his side or buried under sand or rocks or something, he's still alive.
Games like that could go for hours.
That's when you bring out the firecrackers
THEY SHALL BURN FOR THEIR COUNTRIES (green and tan)