  First and foremost I would like to say HAPPY BIRTHDAY *K*. Now that, that is out the way. I ain't got much to say cause I got the only hangover.
Cause last night I was drink shooters and having Woo-woo's. Don't know what's in them but I know you will get fucked up! See and I know I ain't got no good damn sense cause I was trying to keep up with a damn Marine! This is for the folks who don't know.&nbsp; Marine's are lushes!
I think they pull them aside sometime during boot camp and teach them how to hold their liquor! Almost needless to say, yours truly is not a marine.&nbsp; I don't have what it takes to be one. Not that back breaking work and soul crushing discipline would bother me, oh no. It is simply that I ask to many damn questions. Why we crawling through the mud? Why we gotta get up this damn early? Why I gotta clean this nasty ass bathroom?
These cammies ride up my ass, can I get one with a roomier seat? What you mean I can't use the bathroom? I can't just clip my shit off all willy-nilly! Why ya'll locking me in the baracks with all these mad girls? Are they gonna whip my ass? Will ya'll stop them when I start to bleed?&nbsp; Ya'll see how my boot camp would go? I would be the only casualty in boot camp and that don't make no damn sense.&nbsp; But before I go I will tell ya'll this don't try to out drink a marine.
Their are reasons why they are the first to go out and the last to come back. It is because they crazy!&nbsp; I&nbsp;hope I didn't offend any of you marines who have read this but ya'll know I'm telling the damn truth!&nbsp; I'm out like a crackheads tooth! 
