Sometimes, I do some really important stuff in a year. Sometimes, not. For instance, when I was 23 we invaded the dogshit out of Iraq. At 24, I guarded the Central Bank of Iraq, got some cool stationary, met Lisa Ling, got all my men home safe, and had a kickass coming home party, where I got to meet my current dentist and his nice daughter. At 25
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