The more I let the characters write the dialogue, the closer it gets to my real life. This is terrifying at times.
But so be it.
Gah. This summer is too hot, here in Dallas.
I’m so looking forward to Mick realizing exactly who Alex’s dad is.
I think he already knows it’s the Gun Whisperer.
I’ve been to McKinney. I have relatives that live outside of Anna.
If you can’t fuck with the people you fuck with, who can you fuck with?
It sure has heated up. My motorcycle ride home in the afternoons is toasty! Love Big D!
Great pick with the music today. Those guys have been my favorite band for nearly a decade and the song ‘Madness’ pretty much saved my currently relationship.
Dear High Pressure Ridge:
Yup. I asked for Alaska, greenland, the arctic, the antarctic, iceland, any place cold. Where did the army send my my whole FUCKING time in? Deserts. Nothing but FUCKING DESERTS. Fuck Ft. Hood. Fuck it all the way.
That’s because it takes a lot of effort to piss off someone in an icy wilderness. Whereas the folks in deserts are pissed off, because you know they’ve always got sand in the crack of their ass.
Could’a gone to Sill. Just sayin’.
It could be worse. They have Army bases in Arizona.
Fort Bliss. The single worst (or most sarcastic) post name in existence. Period.
As for deployments though, Fort Stewart is no better. Back when I was in (during peace time, no less) I hit five desert deployments in three and a half years on that post.
Good news on the weather: It’s gonna cool down a bit starting Saturday. Today’s gonna be a royal bitch, though.
In Indiana we MIGHT get into the 80′s this week.
Good grief, she really did fuck his brains out. He can’t remember Creepy McRimfire’s her Dad!?
Ah, but they haven’t officially MET.
Be careful what you ask. Purple prose looks like it is bouncing off of the emotional armor, but a dart gets through, bursts a hidden balloon and it is hard to recover.
Still not used to seeing the names of places I’m familiar with in a comic.
I am the only guy in the world who actually LIKES oatmeal?
Oats are nature’s all-time best grain. (At least in the pre-distillation competition class.)
You are not alone. I’m right there with you, but being a girl… you may still be the only guy in the world who likes oatmeal.
Hey, my husband likes oatmeal and if we go too long without having it will specifically request it for breakfast.
Nah, I love the stuff. Though I will debate them being nature’s best grain. I am a big fan of barley.
I always thought I liked oatmeal.
So, in the hospital one time–maternity ward–I made the mistake of requesting it for breakfast.
I got oatmeal. With nothing to put on it.
Gods, it was horrible.
Only then did I realize I’d taken for granted that the oatmeal would be like my own at home, i.e. with butter and brown sugar.
At the hosp., I thought I’d get at least milk and regular sugar. But no.
It was Just. Oatmeal.
I am given to understand that porridge made from steel-cut oats (which require some 30 minutes of slow simmering) are much tastier than the rolled oats common throughout the various former and current colonies of England (except for Ireland and Scotland, of course).
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