Monday, August 22, 2005
wierd. I was taking a poo. I was really cleaning out the pipes as they say when i heard this super loud rumbling. It was an aircraft of some sort. It was really fucking loud. So i hopped off the pooper and ran outside to check it out.
So, dig this. It was some huge ass military helicopter doing doughnuts over this house like, half a block away. The folks who lived there came out and started waving and jumping around and shit. I know them, sort of. So i went down to axe what was up. Turns out that their nephew was shipping out that day and decided to fly his 'copter around Rincon Valley as a way to say goodbye. Zelly really dug it. It was funny, they were waving and showing off their guns and stuff.
Ya know, it would have been a really neat, reckless, hillbilly moment if it wasn't in fact a going away party for some kid who is prolly gonna go and get his scrote blown off by some 13 year old Iraqi who just wants us to bone out of his hood. Wac.
That kind of put a damper on things once i thought about it. What a drag, getting your scrote blown off.
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So, dig this. It was some huge ass military helicopter doing doughnuts over this house like, half a block away. The folks who lived there came out and started waving and jumping around and shit. I know them, sort of. So i went down to axe what was up. Turns out that their nephew was shipping out that day and decided to fly his 'copter around Rincon Valley as a way to say goodbye. Zelly really dug it. It was funny, they were waving and showing off their guns and stuff.
Ya know, it would have been a really neat, reckless, hillbilly moment if it wasn't in fact a going away party for some kid who is prolly gonna go and get his scrote blown off by some 13 year old Iraqi who just wants us to bone out of his hood. Wac.
That kind of put a damper on things once i thought about it. What a drag, getting your scrote blown off.
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