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I'm back... Home now. Chillin'...

NASTY!!!! How disgusting! In VA, they would have used hot sauce on that booger and washed it down with a 40 oz. of malt liquor! Woot!

Yeah, that shit would be off da hook, yo.

LMAO. Welcome back. What ya doing this weekend?

How did I miss this girl whoe went live on the b-day? Wow...




Irenella

Hoooooooooooly shit......

If you're thinking of me; you went to the wrong place... Or you may have gone with the wrong people... Who's to say? Just don't think of me; how 'bout that?

Hope you're having fun.

m.

Happy Birthday, Fag.

Love you (mean it). Call you in the morning.

ok... that is a totally creepy default picture you have.... very disturbing ..... LOL.... but it was a pleasure getting to know you..... only wish we had more time. Take care and all the best to you in whatever you do.

I'm home, Homey. Fear not. I was out of comms for a bit whilst travelling. I just called and left you a message.
My phone was stolen in Honduras - fucking faggot even answered when I called. I tried to be all suave and told him I would buy it back from him and was thankful he "found" it. He must have sensed the trap. I was gonna knock out his fucking teeth if he tried to return it, but he hung up on me an I left the country. Assclown.

Anyway.... I'm back in effect. What ya doing for the 4th???

So...

I've always thought that the way of Hara-kiri was a good way to go. I mean, damn dawg - that's no chicken-shit suicide; that's when you MEANT that shit. And since, it's a part of that whole ritual, I was wondering, I mean, if it's not too much to ask....

I've decided that if I commit Hara-kiri, I want you to cut off my head. You're my best friend and I can think of no-one more qualified, nor invited, to strike me dead, provided I have buried a short sword in my guts and ripped them to shreds, and am therefore suffocating in a pool of my own piss, shit, blood, and guts -- I want you to be "that guy" and fuckin' man-up, motherfucker! Please chop off my head after I have suffered excrutiatingly for, oh, I dunno, not too long... I mean, I'd like to think I'm a tough motherfucker, but, seriously, it's rather sensless at that point, and you'll have a Katana right there in your hands, so.... Hook a brutha up and chop off my head. And, dude, for realz, please make it a clean cut. Don't get all nervous and bitch-acting and do something fucked, like bury the sword half-way in my skull while I am still breathing and thinking and functioning and have a smaller sword buried deep within my bowels. Please, just cut off my head. I will never forgive you if, as I lay dying, begging for mercy, you lop off an arm or leg, cuz you are too fucking nervous to swing a sword... I don't want to be dropped into a blender and slowly chopped to bits, one half-ass blow at a time, I'd much rather you just buck-up and get down to bidness.

So.... We down, or what?

I knew I could depend on you. And, yeah, obviously, the plan hasn't changed on how we're goin' out... I was just sayin', in the unlikely event of an impromptu Hara-kiri, you know...

All is well... Coming home early, but leaving 2 days later for 3 weeks, so it'll sort of be like I was never home at all (except, I won't get credit for completing a deployment, LOL). Yep. My superiors really have their shit together and aren't afraid to take care of their guys. That was sarcasm, but the truth of the matter is, I really don't mind and am (kind of) looking forward to the change of scenery. They probably know me well enough to have realized I'd appreciate it - and would have prolly volunteered for it anyway, so whatever, but no one said shit to me until after the fact - and I had already made other plans, but oh well. They're called "orders" not "invitations", right? Hands up, Chin down, This is a fight - you signed up for it...

Sounds like par for the course.


Yeah, that would be one trip I wouldn't mind repeating. Or completing a trip the czech with the in-law... That would be fun.