So Im sitting in a waiting room at the hospital waiting for the birth of my grand daughter and this 20 something punk kid (maybe 25) sits down looking like an absolute slob walking with a cane (long hair, earring, grunge). He mentions he was just in here a couple days ago because someone snuck up on him with a bunch of rocks in a shirt and hit him 15 times. Then he proceeds to say he doesnt get mad he gets even because thats what Marines do. I couldnt resist this one: Me: when were you in? Turd: From right after high school until 2011 Me: who were you with? Turd: I dont really remember, I would have to have my DD-214 to remind me? Me: where were you stationed? Turd: in the infantry in Pendleton. I was on the front lines. Me: oh yea, what MOS? Turd: I was a gunnery sergeant Me: really? Where did you go to SOI? Turd: I dont really remember everywhere I went. Me: I think if I were you I would be very careful about telling people you are a Marine, youre likely to run across another real one like me who is less forgiving then I am and hes not going to give you a pass. Turd: silence followed by getting up and standing in the hall I think if I wasnt about to meet my grand daughter I would have made his trip to the hospital worth his time with a good, old-fashioned beating.
Posted on: Fri, 01 Aug 2014 22:00:40 +0000
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