out, out, get out of my 'ouse...
Dun Dun Dun... Okay so yeah, I'm a bit bored, so I'm posting, obviously. I might be getting a fucking job today. It's not all bad though. I think the worst part may be the heat. It's called C.O.B. short for civilian on battlefield. Which basically means I dress up like an Iraqi, along with about 200 other people, go out to a camp in groups of like 20... stand around in my dress, yell and scream in bits of Iraqi, and well... be drunk in the heat all day. Here's the time where I go find a bottle, dig in deep, and walk about ranting and raving about squirels or something equally insane. 'bye fuckers......