I *Will* stick my finger down your throat...
...should you swallow anything evil, of course.
Hi.
I've been gone awhile, concentrating on working. And earning. You know, get the money, dolla dolla bill y'all. I just haven't been able to contribute anything here, mainly because of the job(s) schedule(s) but also because the precious few non-working moments were spent talking myself out of taking the ol' .38 taste test.
But I have been watching. And lurking. Mostly watching though, with a little lurking. Watching and/or lurking, light on the lurk.
I figure it's been about two months since I posted anything. Much longer than that since I posted anything good. I've had lyrics on my mind alot though, if you couldn't tell, and here's what I've come up with after 2 months of careful consideration:
Proposed lyrics for the A-Team theme:
Ahem.
"We're the A-Team,
the A-Team,
We're the A-Team,
the A-a-a-ay Team..."
I don't have a second verse yet, but that's where I'm at so far.
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"We got kicked out of the
"We got kicked out of the Armieee,
The Armieee,
We got kicked out of the Armieee"
Something about failing to qualify at the range - I'll have to work on it.
Bram,
Bram,
Naw, failed the PT test- does it every time.
Slightly funny story: Mebbe 10 years ago my old roommate and a coupla other prior-service types were hanging around and Navy Seals with Charlie Sheen was ending on the tv. If I remember right, the final scene was the team leaving on a C130, the ramp closing, evil was vanquished, up up and away. At which point one of the fellas said,
"Great job men. PT, 0600."
We all erupted.