I'm not the kind of person to sugar coat a question asked of me. I'm no saint (there's some news for ya) but I am a loyal friend to those who earn it. Cross me in any way and I'll have no remorse for what happens (you need a heart for that). Just like New England weather I have turned on a dime.
While I was in the Marine Corps, I earned the call sign Demo (short for Demonia). My Marines never had to watch their back, they knew I had them covered. As you have guessed, Honor, Courage and Commitment are things I highly value. Along with death before dishonor. I'll help who ever I can, or I can just be an open ear. I know how to hold my tongue when asked to be a confidant and if asked to forget anything. I wont remember anything until I'm with that person who asked. I don't know how I do it, so I go with it.
As you can tell I'm very shy and want to make sure I offened somebody, I mean piss someone off, I mean I want us all to hold hands and love each other and get along (as he's blowing gears into an airsickness bag). No really, until I physically looked at my birth certificate I thought my first name was Asshole.
You may have guessed it by now, I am a die hard-on catholic. I only slept with one Nun, but I had to break it off with her. I like roll playing, but things got really weird. She had me dress up like an alter boy, while she dressed up like a priest and then forced me to confess. Is that normal?
I like eating the corners off of fresh baked brownies. I drink from the milk carton and put it back with maybe half a swallow left. Hey, at least I left the bloody half and its cold. Drink it and move on with your piss pot life! I love the fact that I have PTSD. It just means I can kill anyone who pisses me off and I can legally get away with it.
I have away around that old saying about, if you shake it more then twice your playing with it. I'll do two set's of fifty reps each. It still falls under the no more then two marker and if the gun don't go off it's prep-ed for next time.
Hey, your the one still reading it.
Now for my gentle, more personable side. Wait... let me think of a good B S story to put under this topic first and I'll get back to ya on that.
Who is this butt ass ugly chick on the phone add on the side of my computer screen?!!!!!!!!! She wouldn't look half bad if not for her...hair? It looks like a Rottweiler got rid of all the kibble it had for dinner the night before, on her forehead!
Let me see, how much more personal information can I put throw in here?
Well, I just farted a few seconds ago and Damn! I thought de-comp was bad!
I think of myself as a man whore. If you live anyplace near Napa, CA you can find out for yourself.
I'm very shy as you can tell.
It is against my religion (if I had one) to wear underwear. I might want to start thou, I sit on the twins almost everytime I sit down.
May night’s eternal wings hold you in comfort, like a mother’s breast to a suckling babe.
