you saying its over huh birdy you miserable fack
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you saying its over huh birdy you miserable fack
well...are you ready for it.......???
hold on to your hat now
Nothing is over! Nothing! You just don't turn it off! It wasn't my war! You asked me I didn't ask you! And I did what I had to do to win, for somebody who wouldn't let us win! Then I come back to the world, and I see fackin birdy at the airport, protestin' me, spittin', callin' me a woman and all kinds of vile crap!
Who is heUnless they been me and been there and know what the hell they yellin' about!"
you say its in the past and the kid did not get hurt???!!
"For you! For me civilian life is nothin'! In the field we had a code of honor. You watch my back I watch yours. Back here there's nothin'! Back there I could fly a gunship, I could drive a tank, I was in charge of million dollar equipment. Back here I can't even hold a job PARKING CARS!!!!!!
ARRRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!
(slight emotional pause. He drops to the ground in a crouched position out of breath and very upset)
Wha... I can't... oh, I just--oh my God. Where is everybody? Oh God... I... I had a friend, who was Bradfordboxer. Wha--I had all these guys man. Back there I had all these fucking guys. Who were my friends Meunouk boxerdog, Brad, Drunkey Monkey
. Cause back here there's nothin'. Remember Brad? He wore this black head band and fuckin red sneakers
We were in this bar in Saigon. And this kid comes up, this kid carryin' a shoe shine box, and eh he says uh 'shine please, shine.' I said no, eh an' uh, he kept askin' yeah and Joey said 'yeah,' but go hang out with those break dancers.
I can not get brad's facking red spandex shorts and sneakers out of my mind
I can't get it out of my head. I fuck--I dream of seven years. Everyday I have this. And sometimes I wake up and I dunno where I am. I don't talk to anybody. Sometimes a day--a week. I can't put it out of my mind... fucking... I can't.......(totally sobbing now)"
you hear me birdy.....you hear me buoy??
I'll make you my dog!!! you hear me dog boy???
I forgot what the eff I got mad about.....so......how is everything good?
oh I remember
that misearble filthy good for nothing ankle bitin, bone smugglin, flea infested birdy had the audacity to question my good judgement
Who are you?
This reminds me of a few months ago when we were rearanging my boys bedroom. My youngest boy Lewis had climbed up onto his brothers bunk beds and wouldnt move whilst his brothers were trying to move it. They went on and moved it with him on it and surprise surprise he fell from the top and landed straight on his nogin. He half grabbed onto the rail so it broke his fall a little. He wasnt hurt and we all pissed ourselves, had he been hurt we would have waited until he had recovered....and then pissed ourselves, thats the way it goes.
first blood ;D rambo rocks
5 years ago i probably would have chuckled at that vid.
but now that i have 2 kids, i view things very differently for EG....i cried in that fuking denzel movie JOHN Q
, cause i can relate to it having children myself . the same way this is not funny cause it hurts thinking that was ur child.........but i can understand if you guys without kids find this funny cause there was a time when i probably would have also
dammit troy why'd you have to spill the beans so to speakQuote:
Originally Posted by Troy McClure
to us mexicans that is a big sin too
Pinchi Rata.... >:madQuote:
Originally Posted by Mad_Dog