Like I said before, I used to work in a chicken processing plant but when I got out of work, I'd go down to the VFW and drink with the ex-Marines. I should tell you (since I'm going to die soon) that I never served, myself. I always wanted to, though. I just started hanging out around the VFW. I'd suck off the bartender and he'd let me in...most times. If I was too toothy, then he'd boot my ass back into the parking lot and I'd tell him "go fuck yourself" and he'd tell me the same but if I didn't show up the next night he'd come looking for me and crack me across the back of the head with a 2x4 to teach me.
Boy, did I love listening to those guys! I learned every single one of those stories to the point where I can walk into any VFW in any part of the country and sound like I know what I'm talking about. And the funniest part? I've never even shot a gun. But I've swallowed a lot of shots. ;-)
Fuck you,
R. Lynn Long
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I'm a miserable old man in constant pain and on the verge of death. Go fuck yourself.
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