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well another day in the book. Weve hit the point in the deployment where people are counting days. Its getting on my nerves, but it is pretty exciting. I can almost taste my first drink order. I already know what im ordering, where im ordering it from, what im going to wear, and whom my bartender will be. Oh its going to be glorious!!! My lord it will be wonderful!! For any of you prying minds, its going to be a double of Jameson, straight up, with a guiness draft. Of course the standard camel light, at sports line, with Terry serving me. And it will be the most delicious well earned shot, and beer of my life. Im actually starting to think I wont have to kill anyone while im out here. Well aside from the obvious stank smelling people of iraq. MOTHER FUCKERS. God I hate them all. I say we just go with the whole leveling this entire country to a fucking parking lot. It'd be so much easier, and we wouldnt have lost 21 marines 2 weeks ago! I still am in awe of all the shit I hear about that we are still over here. I say we pull out... HA HA HA pull out!! and just level this place. Then sweep through and put the ones who survived the massive bombing out of their misery. It'd be so much cleaner and easier.
Anyways, GUESS WHOS DRIVING THE BUS TODAY!!! WOOO!!!! Awesome, awesome! I love driving the bus, I get to do a whole lot of nothing, but I get out of work, and it breaks up the monotony like nothing else. It liberating, I mean really.
Well Im out of this bitch. Peace all you pimp's and hoe's-
HOT BISCUIT
P.S- I thought it more fitting to stick with the traditional spelling of biscuit. Seeings as I am already such a gangster, there really is no need to put more emphasis on my gangsterness.