Ain't a god damn thing.
Ribs, Chili, 50ish wings(various), Jalepeno creak chease chedder dip, Tomatillio salsa, Habenero picante, Sourcream and veggie dip, Cajun crap dip over ketchup and olive oiled bread, various chips, vairous beverages, sun dried tomato& garlic stuffed sausages, greek feta and cottage cheese triangles, and Ace for the dogs.
Would have been the
best. day. ever.
Had there not been two shitty teams in the superbowl. allthough the AFC won wich is okay by me. but the pat going back to back puts them one up on the Donkeys. and that sucks. I could always fall back on, "yea well call me when the pats win two and a row" But Not anymore. I guess I'll just have to star pepper spraying anyone who says the Pats are better than the Broncos.
Went to the Gym today, it's been a few weeks felt nice, did the whole group push up/jumping jack stuff. Its pretty gay. but I did get to run, which I really hate doing but I need to. being as that I can get fired if I can't do it. Allthough I am no where near that o-beast.
I did about 25-30 laps, and I think they said 12 laps was a mile, But I was running with my buddy Carl hes about 38, 5'6 280 pounds, and black. Sickle cell here I come.
So I would put with him, then sprint a lap and catch him up then trot one with him, keep him moving. good times. I feel bad for the guy. he's a good submariner, he knows his job pretty well. But another fucktard who works with us that doesn't know his asshole from his elbow, and he's on his way to making e-8. Carl will be stuck at e-6 untill her gets out in about 9 months. I think thats bullshit. They really hold fat against you. Makes sense for a marine. or even a pilot. But no a submariner. Underway we can only go about 75 feet without stopping, turning going up or down. so what bearing does his fatass have on his work?
If I had my druthers, after I screwed a chimpanze.. I'd change the navy prt to an afternoon in the firefighting trainer, with the Wet DC trainer right after it. If you can put out a fire, and stop a flood. I don't care how fat you are. you can be on my boat.
anyway enough digging it for now.
Missy just got home, and I'd like to cath up with her.(shes sickly)
Would have been the
best. day. ever.
Had there not been two shitty teams in the superbowl. allthough the AFC won wich is okay by me. but the pat going back to back puts them one up on the Donkeys. and that sucks. I could always fall back on, "yea well call me when the pats win two and a row" But Not anymore. I guess I'll just have to star pepper spraying anyone who says the Pats are better than the Broncos.
Went to the Gym today, it's been a few weeks felt nice, did the whole group push up/jumping jack stuff. Its pretty gay. but I did get to run, which I really hate doing but I need to. being as that I can get fired if I can't do it. Allthough I am no where near that o-beast.
I did about 25-30 laps, and I think they said 12 laps was a mile, But I was running with my buddy Carl hes about 38, 5'6 280 pounds, and black. Sickle cell here I come.
So I would put with him, then sprint a lap and catch him up then trot one with him, keep him moving. good times. I feel bad for the guy. he's a good submariner, he knows his job pretty well. But another fucktard who works with us that doesn't know his asshole from his elbow, and he's on his way to making e-8. Carl will be stuck at e-6 untill her gets out in about 9 months. I think thats bullshit. They really hold fat against you. Makes sense for a marine. or even a pilot. But no a submariner. Underway we can only go about 75 feet without stopping, turning going up or down. so what bearing does his fatass have on his work?
If I had my druthers, after I screwed a chimpanze.. I'd change the navy prt to an afternoon in the firefighting trainer, with the Wet DC trainer right after it. If you can put out a fire, and stop a flood. I don't care how fat you are. you can be on my boat.
anyway enough digging it for now.
Missy just got home, and I'd like to cath up with her.(shes sickly)