Memory Lane. -Sometimes my buddies and I take the vans and pretend the Russians are coming - just like the old days. We start with James Bond from Russia with love, then we get hammered and load up the trucks. One time we actually meet the Russians. We must have had way too much vodka, used drugs or something. Thank god nobody saw us. That would be the end to my millitary career.
-I mean, how the hell do you explain blowing up a whole f@#king mountain? Now we can atleast blame it on some UFO bullshit or using up the budget. Which is why we take this trips at the end of the year. There is so much amo left you want believe it. These terrorists are nothing in comparison. Their so few and far between and every time they strike the cops can handle it. It`s just a car bomb or two. The Russians had f@#king Migs and shit.
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