Ancient History
Once upon a time I was in the USAF. I wasn't thrilled with the job that Uncle Sam assigned me to do for four (or more, but actually less..) years, but at least they sent me to England, which was the sole purpose for joining in the first place.
I'll skip the autobiography & move on to the point.
I was 19, single, a virgin, straight (or so I thought) yadda yadda... I got assigned to the 'nice' dorm, because it was the only one that had any availability. Normally there is a waiting list to move in there, but I got lucky. They were set up much like college dorms, where there were 2 rooms, about 12x18 each, shared by 2 people, with an adjoining private bathroom.
My roommate was cool, but wasn't there for very long. One of my suite mates was getting promoted to NCO, and was moving off base. I didn't want to take a chance on being put with some asshole that I couldn't stand, so my suite-mate, Scott, and I decided to share a room. He had more (and nicer) stuff than I did, so I moved my crap to his room. Boy was that a mistake.
He came from money, and I think the only reason he joined the military was to show his parents taht he wasn't just some lazy fuck up that was going to wait for them to die so he could live off their hard work..Even though that was kinda his real motivation.
He didn't have very many redeeming qualities..
He was OCD about just about everything, but not because he wanted things to be a certain way, he just wanted his to be better than yours. His speakers had to be the largest & the loudest, his motorcycle had to be the most badass, even though it was totally illegal..
He bad mouthed everyone, unless he thought he could get something out of them.
He would (and did) fuck anything that moved, with or without a pulse.
I once saw a photograph of him fucking a 14 year old girl, the daughter of a Colonel.
He went out of his way to get kicked out of the military (Did I mention that he had no forethought & wasn't very bright?) and out of England.
He did everything he could do to impress you, and if you weren't impressed, you weren't worthy of his presence.
He was very likely, the most inconsiderate person one could ever have the misfortune of living with.
He talked about modeling when he got out, and he probably could have pulled it off, except that he had no real depth to him.
Well, he did happen to land himself a national gig, apparently. I first saw this several months ago, and literally laughed out loud when I saw it. He's peddling a product that I'm ABSOLUTELY POSITIVE that he uses. I only wish it were for Preparation H, or Odor eaters, or something obnoxious.
Here he is, in all his glory:
Scott J Bryant, formerly of Cincinatti Ohio, peddling a nose hair trimmer.
Kudos to you! You really showed me!
p.s. I lost my virginity in his bed, with his (unused, thanks) condoms, listening to his CD's on his stereo.
Oh yeah, he has the same hairstyle as he did in 1992. At least he ost the cheesy moustache.
I think I have pictures of him somewhere, but they would be in Mom's attic in Texas, if anywhere.
I'll skip the autobiography & move on to the point.
I was 19, single, a virgin, straight (or so I thought) yadda yadda... I got assigned to the 'nice' dorm, because it was the only one that had any availability. Normally there is a waiting list to move in there, but I got lucky. They were set up much like college dorms, where there were 2 rooms, about 12x18 each, shared by 2 people, with an adjoining private bathroom.
My roommate was cool, but wasn't there for very long. One of my suite mates was getting promoted to NCO, and was moving off base. I didn't want to take a chance on being put with some asshole that I couldn't stand, so my suite-mate, Scott, and I decided to share a room. He had more (and nicer) stuff than I did, so I moved my crap to his room. Boy was that a mistake.
He came from money, and I think the only reason he joined the military was to show his parents taht he wasn't just some lazy fuck up that was going to wait for them to die so he could live off their hard work..Even though that was kinda his real motivation.
He didn't have very many redeeming qualities..
He was OCD about just about everything, but not because he wanted things to be a certain way, he just wanted his to be better than yours. His speakers had to be the largest & the loudest, his motorcycle had to be the most badass, even though it was totally illegal..
He bad mouthed everyone, unless he thought he could get something out of them.
He would (and did) fuck anything that moved, with or without a pulse.
I once saw a photograph of him fucking a 14 year old girl, the daughter of a Colonel.
He went out of his way to get kicked out of the military (Did I mention that he had no forethought & wasn't very bright?) and out of England.
He did everything he could do to impress you, and if you weren't impressed, you weren't worthy of his presence.
He was very likely, the most inconsiderate person one could ever have the misfortune of living with.
He talked about modeling when he got out, and he probably could have pulled it off, except that he had no real depth to him.
Well, he did happen to land himself a national gig, apparently. I first saw this several months ago, and literally laughed out loud when I saw it. He's peddling a product that I'm ABSOLUTELY POSITIVE that he uses. I only wish it were for Preparation H, or Odor eaters, or something obnoxious.
Here he is, in all his glory:
Scott J Bryant, formerly of Cincinatti Ohio, peddling a nose hair trimmer.
Kudos to you! You really showed me!
p.s. I lost my virginity in his bed, with his (unused, thanks) condoms, listening to his CD's on his stereo.
Oh yeah, he has the same hairstyle as he did in 1992. At least he ost the cheesy moustache.
I think I have pictures of him somewhere, but they would be in Mom's attic in Texas, if anywhere.