i been pumping pussy since christ was a corporal. i can tell you, the best damned poontang I ever paid for was in da nang. the girls were checked out daily and we got ourself laid in a safe, orderly, proficient, military manner. that is until some suckhead writes home to mama and says he dipped his wick in the republic of south vietnam. then the shit hits the fan. a committee of congressmen who asshole to asshole couldn't make a beer fart in a whirlwind, start telling your basic-ass-in-the-grass marine " no more short time ". we responded in true marine corps fashion. we salute, do an about face, double time back to the boom-boom garbage dump where we get the clap, and the drip, and the crabs and a generally poor attitude towards the female of the species. war is hell, boy - that's a fact!
i don't like soldier boys
if you wanna pop that puppy's can you don't have to grease him so hard, jarhead.
well, it sounds like you're a man of experience.
what the hell's that supposed to mean, grunge shit.
it means: ve advised. i'm mean, nasty and tired. i eat concertina wire and piss napalm and I can put a round in a flea's ass at 200 meters. so you go hump somebody else's leg, mutt face, before I push yours in.
ain't gonna be so smart with your balls stuffed in your mouth, jarhead!
[hands cigar to the young man] hang on to this, boy. i think war's just been declared.