When I don't have coffee (or I am high) that is the shit my brain ponders. It's Dexter's fault for waking me with his shrill, ungodly bark. Fuck! The neighbors going to work, I say!!!
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I am in the process of getting my boating safety certificate. It's a dull process so I had to stop halfway through yesterday, but once I complete it I can rent a boat from the base and go a sailing.
I love the sea. I love women more, that's why I ultimately chose the Air Force over the Navy. I didn't want to not have access to the ladies while stuck on a boat with dudes for six months. Yes, that really was my deciding factor as a horny 19 year old enlisting.
|I was too lazy to take a new pic for you, bastards|
My point is, I am getting certified so I can start renting boats and maybe one day I can become a Dexter type serial killer. Only, I would take out old people who can't drive anymore and annoying frat boys who wear trucker hats and plaid shorts. It would be a civic duty of sorts.
*Disclaimer: Dear NSA, that thing about becoming a serial killer was totally in jest.
I just realized that the man with the face for radio looks a lot like Chris Pratt. And, holy shitballs, I just realized he is the first Chris Cross! (If I don't make the joke, some asshole named Jason will).