Wolfp MkII

Look man, there were no pencil sharpeners, they had to be sharpened with a K-Bar, just like the Duke did it in the Sands of Iwo Jima. Of course, that scene got cut...damn editors.

Leave no stone unturned and all that jazz...BTW, the wife was snickering at the one cat sitting in the trench and facing in the wrong direction who got popped in the back of the head. She asked if that was normal and I told her "for Joe, yes."

Oh come, come...Ailes and miles of stuff, open 24 hours, who could resist? It IS where merika goes to shop after all.

Ah...back in the good ol' US of A where there are more colors than just yellow, and the lingering smell of burnt refuse has been replaced by wet grass and the occassional pig or turkey farm. My yard definitely needs work. Joe, Nidan1...turns out soonest; after I enjoy a waffle from the Waffle House and go peruse the wares of Wal Mart right across the street.

WOOT! Stateside in a week...all turns on hold until then; shouldnt be an issue with Joe considering our 1 turn per ten day average, through no fault of my own of course...So I'm leavin' on a jet plane...hmmmm...hmmmm...hmmmm

OMG!..A guy is trying to pack up his battalion and get it moving in the correct direction, which I believe is that way, and he's chastised for non-participation...fine...you want some attention?..YOU SUCK!..There, how'd ya like them apples? BTW, who was the idiot that left the door open for yet another Oddstraylian to waltz right in?

Maybe he'll exceed his per diem and end up in debtor's prison. One can hope.

So today is my 41st birthday, and as far as birthdays in a combat zone are concerned, it wasnt too bad. I didnt get blown up, shot at, or otherwise assaulted by something or someone deadly; well, there is the issue of the KBR food, but I've grown immune. Joe actually sent me a turn...Thanks Joe, its just what I wanted. You're too kind (he actually sent it yesterday, but he's old and forgetful; I'm sure he meant to send it today.) My wife and mother both sent me birthday cakes My wife...and not my mother...flashed me on the webcam. That was kinda cool. The regimental co actually paid us a compliment...that almost ended 41 years of life, as I nearly died from shock. Nidan1 is apparently channeling Sommering to attack some ne'er do well frequenting the thread. It has entertainment value. Boo is still not so witty nor intelligent...Does consistency have a source? Yes, and its name is Boo Radley, which is strangely comforting. And Stuka is on another one of his trips, which has every possibility of seeing him corkscrew into the ground from 40, 000 feet up...a tragedy to some, a gift for most. Yep...not a bad day at all, and has all the potential of being better depending on Stuka's flight. HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ME I RIDE IN HUMVEES ITS ONLY A MONTH 'TIL I GET HOOOOOOOOOME HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ME

Surely...and you really should consider discussing the finer points of the campaign with them. Pay no heed while they brandish their swords, its custom when welcoming outsiders; and the gritted teeth, merely a cheery smile. Enjoy!

Oh shut up!...Aren't you supposed to be winging your way toward some dark pit where the liklihood of being infected with a terminal disease or infection is highly probable?

Ahhhh...Nothing better than a dust storm to reveal failures in structural integrity...I thought I was developing cataracts, until I noticed the steady stream of particulate matter racing past my window mounted airconditioning unit...WAR IS HELL!

Think you had one too many sasparillas partner...that or another attack of the 'OLDS'. No turn here...just blocking and disrupting.

"e-lek-tikity"?..Is that some sort of intestinal disease? Did you catch it? I hope so.

Last I heard, plumber's butt still wasn't en vogue...I dont think you have to worry about being ogled by the fairer sex

There, fixed that for ya.

They have an economic system?..The things you learn here.

Oh good lord man...what have you done? Pandora's Box pried open with a crowbar; I mean, it's the Justicar...whatever comes of this will neither be concise, clear, relevant, nor interesting. Nuthin for it 'cept to sit back and watch...Where's my popcorn?

Your mental competency review?

Nope...Its obviously a pet rock that hasn't been house broken yet ...and in other gamey news... The Justicar is recieving a thrashing he won't soon forget...at least not like he forgets to send turns, which he hasnt forwarded...in TWO days. I already have the measure of his excuse, something to do with being unable to see...Pfeh! You should have invested more of your GNP in NVDs instead of hookahs and hashish...will you never learn? Nidan1 has finally advanced beyond my city wall and into my cunningly laid trap. I should have read the manufacturers mark on my BMPs a little closer...they are obviously from China and armored with rice paper. No matter, there's plenty more from whence those came. Now, how do I get my guy to pop the top off this anthrax canister without infecting himself and those around him?

Oh...and turns downrange. Time for beddy bye. Its 2am and I got a whole day of traipsing through the AO ahead of me.

Well...now that we've both established that we have standards...

Oh don't flatter yourself...I've got standards!

Who they gonna believe Joe, huh, huh? A financier who plots and schemes daily to fleece the little man out of his life savings then hounds him into the poor house with high interest loans he has no hope of ever repaying; or me, stalwart defender of all that is right and good in this great nation of ours; Praetorian if you will, herald of freedom to oppressed peoples the world over. I think its clear. Turn out!

Check your inbox fancy pants. Last turn was sent the day before yesterday. I actually had high hopes, having recieved two turns in one day from you. I guess, much like a policeman, you felt you met your quota for the month and were off the hook for another until March. I havent had these problems with Nidan1, I just cant get him to move beyond the city wall into the interior, springing my cleverly laid ambush. I didnt realize this, but if you make them wait long enough, your troops will actually fire up cigarettes; anyone got a Marlboro mod? Great job BFC!

No cheese...only processed cheese food...K-B-R Skipping is for girls, or the gender confused hailing from Ohio Do too! Not that I've tried. Now an ode to my boots Oh yellow boots upon my feet, Why have you failed me, Many miles have we crossed, In distant lands both lush and dusty, We shall trudge once more, Together to the burn pit, Never to share the road thereafter, I shall miss thee