10 May 2011

why don't you sit there and bleed a while before you feel some real pain

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

say what?

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.

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