Keep your loved one close, treat every moment like it’s your last, and live your life to the fullest.
Hmm..
As much as I didnt like Afghanistan, there is some mysterious beauty to it.
Anonymous asked: TITS OR GTFO
To the Guy with the Big Ass Head sitting in front of me at the movie theather.
Holy shit, move that fucking thing, slouch down or move to a different seat, I didn’t come to watch a fucking eclipse.
Police Call (v)
That one little thing your recruiter forgets to tell U About being a Marine, you’ll learn it well.
Alright here’s some advice for you husbands and boyfriends, get ur lard ass off the fucking video games and spend time with your woman.
My buddy and I before a mounted patrol
fuckthissht-deactivated20120421 asked: hey poop face
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I would have gone BAT SHIT FUCKING CRAZY! Police or not I would have caused a scene! He would have left that shirt in my possesion or i would have followed him to an area that was less crowded and proceded to rip that fucking uniform off of his fucking body!Below is the post of the fellow you see in the foreground of the photo. He is former US army, as is the fellow on the right. This was his post, being reposted by me since he really doesn’t feel like joining this site.“Originally Posted by RaptorNo ****, there I was…up to my eyeball’s assholes in plastic BBs, with airsofters as far as the eye could see.
OK, in reality, my company, Evolved Tactical Systems, had a booth at an expo held by Evike as a part of their parking lot sale this weekend. As we’re showing our wares, I spy a young man in Marine Corps Charlies shuffling by my booth. Now, I was in the Army, not the Marines, but sometimes, you just know what wrong looks like. And this kid was wrong as two boys ****ing in a church on Sunday. I give chase. Dork is wearing a shirt that fits poorly and looks like he slept in it. His trousers aren’t the right color of green. Belt is non-issue and goes halfway around his waist. Shoes look like he picked them up at a Payless sale. Then the kicker: he’s wearing 2LT bars, with 4 rows of ribbons…TOPPED OFF WITH A SEAL TRIDENT! I engage..in conversation.
“Hey buddy, you in the Marines?”
The turd responds, while trying to decide if he should stand at attention or parade rest, “Uh, yes sir, I am sir.”
“Who are you with?”
“Uh, the 331st Marine Expeditionary Unit at Camp Pendelton, sir.”
And here I thought the only 331st out there was the Logistical Studies Group out at Ft Griffith. Guess you learn something new every day, right? I go for the head shot:
“So what was your BUD/S class number? Who was your swim buddy?”
“Oh, uh, I didn’t go to BUD/S, but I’m assigned to SOCOM, so we get to wear the Trident.”
Being the kind, Christian man that I am, I give the sinner a chance to repent.
“Are you sure you want to stick with that story? Nothing you want to change?”
“No sir, that’s the truth.”
“Well, here’s the problem: You look like ****. Your uniform is ****ed up like a soup sandwich. Everything below your waist isn’t even issued. I think you’re a ****ing poser, and I think you’re trying to score some free ****. You’re lucky the police are over there (San Gabriel PD was just behind us, watching) or you would probably be in the middle of an ass whipping right now.”
His response was the definition of weak sauce. “Uh, I’m sorry you don’t believe me sir, but that’s the truth.”
“Really? Prove me wrong. What’s your name? I’ll call down to the admin office aboard Pendelton and confirm you’re assigned there.”
“My name is Sam Jackson, sir.” I almost asked if he spoke English, but I was on a roll.
“OK, Sam Jackson, let me see your CAC card.”
“Oh, we don’t have to carry those when we’re off post, sir.”
“Bull****. Prove me wrong about everything and show me a CAC card that says you’re a second lieutenant.”
At this point, the Clifford from Evike pulled me away from our poor, mistreated child. Apparently, a crowd was gathering. I guess I was a little loud. Clifford asked me to step back and let him handle things, which he did in a much more professional fashion than I was capable of. The **** bag was kicked out, and now his pictures are getting posted everywhere I can manage. Speaking of which, here are the pictures:
Close up of his ribbons
Yes, this ****head is wearing a mini-SEAL Trident, along with a Silver Star as his SECOND highest award (for those not in the know, the only awards that rate higher than the Silver Star are the Distinguished Service Cross {Navy Cross for USN personnel} and the Medal of Honor). Here’s his complete list of ribbons, in the ****ed up order he’s wearing them:
Marine Corps Reserve Ribbon (obsolete 1967) - Silver Star - Meritorious Unit Citation (Navy/Marine) - Joint Service Achievement Medal
National Defense Service Medal - Afghanistan Campaign Medal - Navy Rifle Marksmanship Ribbon - Combat Action Ribbon (Navy/Marine)
Navy Pistol Marksmanship Ribbon - Iraq Campaign Medal - National Defense Service Medal #2 (for a double dose of pimpin) - Army Overseas Service Ribbon
Selected Marine Corps Reserve Medal - Global War on Terrorism Service Medal - Global War on Terrorism Expeditionary Medal - Navy & Marine Corps Overseas Service Ribbon
Someone here has to know who this poser is. It is my mission in life to see him banned from every field possible, from every event possible, and from every team possible. I have no time or tolerance for posers, and especially not for ones of this magnitude. Apparently, he lives in the SGV area, and he likes to shop at Evike. Word is he plays at Tac City. Let’s burn this ****er down.My husband had me reblog this.
You know what really pisses me off, when you go to a fast food joint and you tell the damn person no mayo on my burger please.”Yes sir, no mayo.” Then I sit down to enjoy my delicious burger and before me eyes is a fucking burger covered in mayo, it looks like a fucking dinosaur blew a nut on it, and then they had a rabid gorilla beat the shit out of the bun, holy fuck, how hard is it to not put mayo on a burger, and not smash the shit out of it.
