17 June 2007
About Me
- Name: american short-timer
- Location: whereabouts unknown
writing for those who can't
short - tim·er shôrt tī'mer noun
1. one nearing the end of a contractual term of service; a military enlistee at the end of a tour.
2. one arrested in service past a mutually agreed upon date after invocation of an executive order.
3. one at the proverbial end of his proverbial rope.
Inference: declining institutional loyalty proportionate to the nearing of one's Expiration Term of Service.
See also: Boobus Enlisticatus.
ALSO:
I am not in Iraq and I am not currently in the Army and I am not getting my ass shot at. This site is in compliance with MNC-I #9 as per FICI-CE-I, DoD Directive 5230.9 and AR 25-1, etcetera etcetera andsoforth.
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Charlie Yankee Alpha... out.
there's more
- from the Hagakure...
- There is surely nothing other than the single purp...
- grasping at straws...
- life is short...
- word to the wise...
- there is no monster under your bed child...
- words
- learn well
- change of heart
- severed goat testicle stew
live each day as though it were to be your last, and one day you're sure to be right.
--Harry Harbord Morant
7 Comments:
Oh hey and "BIN LADEN'S IN PAKISTAN!!!!!!" I haven't seen that headline in at least two weeks.
cheers dude, nice to see ya posting again.
I am with Sara... but have to say the whole world system is so stuffed up I hope you all can grow spuds and veges etc because the way things are going its this sort of lifestyle which will preserve some of us...but Paris still gotn out of jail early...hm!
Shorty,
Glad to see you are still in the mix. I am mellowing out more now that I am out of the bullshit. I don't hate on it, but I am sure glad that shit is over.
I hope you are well and as happy as you can be. Have a glorious, tasty beverage for all the poor bastards still sucking in Iraq, and keep on writing.
Cheers,
TBone
Stopping by to say I hope you are doing well!
Fuck you.
Love,
Guts
Guy taking a shit kills his wife by knocking her in the head with the stupid door -
by
Guts On Parade
It was one of those shits you wish you could take a picture of and send to your friends. Born of coffee and beer and cigarettes and chicken wings and the croissant you had at 11 and the chili you had last night, it was perfect. I took a drag off the one-hitter and leaned back.
WHAM! The door flies open BAM right in the fucking forehead. Fucking drunk bitch. I kick the door closed. I hear her hit the wall. Doh... Just a sound. A small sound. A sound like she'd fallen. Like a body hitting a wall. And then a sigh.
Fucking bitch. We'd been out drinking. Together, then apart, then together again. It'd been okay until the cab ride home. We got a little belligerent. It wasn't that bad, really. I thought she'd just go to sleep. That's when BAM she hit me with the fucking door. Ow. I kicked back. I was taking a shit for God's sake and I was really stoned. That’s what they don’t really get. I wasn’t even mad at her. I was pretty much over it. I just wanted her to be quiet and go to sleep.
She fell. She sighed. It was the most convincing sound I’ve ever heard. It was like, “I’m done with this, man” I expected her to come up off that floor, really hacked off, and then she’d yell at me for not helping her and I’d be stoned...
I laughed when I heard her sigh. It was the sound that everything’s okay. I wiped my ass. And washed my hands.
Hi there. Been a long time, and I see you haven't posted in almost a year. It's been since Oct 2006 for me... just couldn't do it for awhile. Still, I remembered how great your writing was, and decided to check in. I might start writing again myself soon. Or maybe not. - Sarah
Dude, time to post again. Miss your writing. When's the book coming out?
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