Antoine speakin out.. lmao!
Sunday, August 1, 2010
Saturday, May 1, 2010
Sunday, April 25, 2010
Wednesday, March 24, 2010
What is a Marine?
We are 234 years of Romping, Stomping, Hell Raising Death, and Destruction - the finest fighting force the world has ever seen. We were born in a bomb crater. Our mother was an M16 and our father was the devil. If you are an enemy, each moment that we live is an additional threat to your life. We eat concertina, piss napalm, and can shoot a round through a flea’s ass at 300 meters. We are ruggish looking, roving soldiers of the sea. We are cocky, self-centered, overbearing, and we do not fear, for we are Fear itself. We are green amphibious monsters made of blood and guts who arose from the sea - the dirty, nasty, stinky, sweaty, filthy, beautiful little sons of bitches whose sole purpose in life is to inflict death and destruction upon the enemies of America wherever they arise. And when our time comes, we’ll die glorious deaths on the battlefield giving our lives for mom, apple pie, and the American Flag.
We are United States Marines. We live like soldiers, talk like sailors, and slap the hell out of both of them. We stole the eagle from the Air Force, the rope from the Army, and the anchor from the Navy. And on the 7th day, when God rested, we overran his perimeter, stole the globe and we’ve been running the show ever since. Warrior by day, lover by night, drunkard by choice, Marine by God.
I MISS THIS SHIT!
We are United States Marines. We live like soldiers, talk like sailors, and slap the hell out of both of them. We stole the eagle from the Air Force, the rope from the Army, and the anchor from the Navy. And on the 7th day, when God rested, we overran his perimeter, stole the globe and we’ve been running the show ever since. Warrior by day, lover by night, drunkard by choice, Marine by God.
I MISS THIS SHIT!
Thursday, February 25, 2010
Sunday, February 14, 2010
Valentines Day
I remember how I used to be. Went through my box full of old memories. Everyone has one. Don't even lie. When i was hurt, i went in defense mode so i wouldn't feel that way again. That's why i act the way i act. The ones close to me know how i really am and know the person that i show everyone is all just a front (relating back to when i was hurt). A couple lucky ladies have seen me cater to them and go all out (probably more than any guy has ever done for them). But yet I act the way I do because i don't wanna be hurt. So I hurt other people. I would like to change that.
Some day (again)...
I wanna be the way i was.
Some day (again)...
I wanna be the way i was.
Sunday, February 7, 2010
Saturday, February 6, 2010
Wednesday, January 13, 2010
Every Woman Is a Cheating Whore by Dick Masterson:
Oh yes, that’s right. That’s what I said. And I said it because it’s true. All women are cheaters.
I don’t mean this to be a provocateur or to prance around in the realm of the hypothetical like some kind of dandy. I mean, flat out, that every woman in the world is a cheater, has cheated, and is probably cheating at this very moment.
Getting a woman to cheat on her husband or significant other is not like getting a woman to go to the gym — by heaping shitloads of gifts and attention on her like a spoilt child and then ultimately getting no burn for your earn. Getting a woman to cheat is like getting a duck to eat bread crumbs or a rat to eat rubbish. All you have to do is toss it in front of their face.
It’s not a hard conclusion to draw, so let’s just look at the facts. Getting attention from men is a woman’s lifeblood. That’s why women worship men in the form of menial tasks that they’re not very good at — because men control our attention like the gods of old controlled the sun and the crypt. We giveth and we can taketh away.
Good attention, bad attention, the worst kind of attention; it doesn’t matter. To a woman, being in a Girls Gone Wild video is just as laudable as serving in a highly respected public office. They stack up eyeballs like empty pie plates at a NOW convention.
So let’s compare: a woman’s lust for attention versus a man’s desire to consume or waste things — something very manly indeed. Take throwing a sandwich in the street for example. Do you know what’s better than throwing a sandwich in the street? That’s right, throwing two sandwiches in the street. Now what if that sandwich cost twice as much as the first? What if you had to wait in line again to get it? I would probably still do it and I’m betting that most men would. But what if dealing with two sandwiches cost you your dignity, your job, and your soul?
Women, of course, have none of those things — or at least don’t have 2 out of 3. That’s why when we change ’sandwiches’ to ‘men’ and ‘throwing them in the street’ to ‘getting any kind of attention from them’, we can easily draw the conclusion that women would do anything, and would stop at the destruction of nothing, for more of it.
Not even guilt will stop women from being the cheating harlots that they are. That’s because women think that cheating requires some kind of expressed willingness or premeditation on their part to actually count. I shit you not, that is exactly what they say. To a woman true cheating requires a planning and malice on par with a bank robbery. If the only evidence of infidelity you can produce is that she got drunk and put herself in a compromising position, you’re up argument creek without a chance in hell.
Can you believe that? It means if a woman can somehow convince a co-worker to force himself on her, or to “rape” her, that doesn’t count as cheating. It’s just another horrible thing that’s happened to poor defenseless her in this dog eat dog, man-world of rape happy abusers. That’s obviously a bunch of bullshit, but stand back because it gets worse.
Women also don’t count miring themselves in twisted, Dynasty-styled emotional affairs as cheating. For instance, a woman may hang around with as many as five or six of her ex-boyfriends without batting an eye. She may accept niceties from male co-workers or university staff members without ever questioning the motive of a free backrub. That’s a perfectly reasonable thing to be handing out, isn’t it? A free backrub? They’re like porno pamphlets in Vegas. Sometimes I can’t even get to work without getting two or three.
Bullshit.
Like any virus, women are not content with ruining their own lives. Ultimately, they seek out the lives of decent, honest men and tempt and corrupt them until they appear to be cheaters as well when nothing could be further from the truth. Cheating is like getting pregnant. It’s 100% a woman’s fault 100% of the time.
I don’t mean this to be a provocateur or to prance around in the realm of the hypothetical like some kind of dandy. I mean, flat out, that every woman in the world is a cheater, has cheated, and is probably cheating at this very moment.
Getting a woman to cheat on her husband or significant other is not like getting a woman to go to the gym — by heaping shitloads of gifts and attention on her like a spoilt child and then ultimately getting no burn for your earn. Getting a woman to cheat is like getting a duck to eat bread crumbs or a rat to eat rubbish. All you have to do is toss it in front of their face.
It’s not a hard conclusion to draw, so let’s just look at the facts. Getting attention from men is a woman’s lifeblood. That’s why women worship men in the form of menial tasks that they’re not very good at — because men control our attention like the gods of old controlled the sun and the crypt. We giveth and we can taketh away.
Good attention, bad attention, the worst kind of attention; it doesn’t matter. To a woman, being in a Girls Gone Wild video is just as laudable as serving in a highly respected public office. They stack up eyeballs like empty pie plates at a NOW convention.
So let’s compare: a woman’s lust for attention versus a man’s desire to consume or waste things — something very manly indeed. Take throwing a sandwich in the street for example. Do you know what’s better than throwing a sandwich in the street? That’s right, throwing two sandwiches in the street. Now what if that sandwich cost twice as much as the first? What if you had to wait in line again to get it? I would probably still do it and I’m betting that most men would. But what if dealing with two sandwiches cost you your dignity, your job, and your soul?
Women, of course, have none of those things — or at least don’t have 2 out of 3. That’s why when we change ’sandwiches’ to ‘men’ and ‘throwing them in the street’ to ‘getting any kind of attention from them’, we can easily draw the conclusion that women would do anything, and would stop at the destruction of nothing, for more of it.
Not even guilt will stop women from being the cheating harlots that they are. That’s because women think that cheating requires some kind of expressed willingness or premeditation on their part to actually count. I shit you not, that is exactly what they say. To a woman true cheating requires a planning and malice on par with a bank robbery. If the only evidence of infidelity you can produce is that she got drunk and put herself in a compromising position, you’re up argument creek without a chance in hell.
Can you believe that? It means if a woman can somehow convince a co-worker to force himself on her, or to “rape” her, that doesn’t count as cheating. It’s just another horrible thing that’s happened to poor defenseless her in this dog eat dog, man-world of rape happy abusers. That’s obviously a bunch of bullshit, but stand back because it gets worse.
Women also don’t count miring themselves in twisted, Dynasty-styled emotional affairs as cheating. For instance, a woman may hang around with as many as five or six of her ex-boyfriends without batting an eye. She may accept niceties from male co-workers or university staff members without ever questioning the motive of a free backrub. That’s a perfectly reasonable thing to be handing out, isn’t it? A free backrub? They’re like porno pamphlets in Vegas. Sometimes I can’t even get to work without getting two or three.
Bullshit.
Like any virus, women are not content with ruining their own lives. Ultimately, they seek out the lives of decent, honest men and tempt and corrupt them until they appear to be cheaters as well when nothing could be further from the truth. Cheating is like getting pregnant. It’s 100% a woman’s fault 100% of the time.
Monday, January 11, 2010
Sunday, January 10, 2010
addiction
it's hard to admit you have an addition. one may be in denial. my addiction is alcohol. yes, i am an alcoholic. i don't wanna tell people anymore that i quit drinking because i didn't. it's not easy to quit. i've tried numerous times. i first experienced it when i was 5. the first time i was drunk was 14. since then i've been an alcoholic; whether it be at school, home, or at a friends house. i need to get my shit together. i'm messed up in the head right now (as i'm typing this blog). i do crazy shit when i'm like this. i don't think.. i KNOW a lot of this has to do because of my experience in iraq. i remember not so long ago i walked around the neighborhood at like 5am with a loaded gun tucked in my wasit just waiting for something to happen. crazy stuff. alcohol helps me forget what i did out there but at random times it reminds me of the evil things i've done. maybe i didn't drink the right stuff? maybe i drank too much? i don't know. i just need some shit to help me forget without making me resort to alcohol all the time.
sincerely,
wutever.
sincerely,
wutever.
Friday, January 1, 2010
HAPPY NEW YEARS!
my new years resolution: Be a Nice Guy
this is pretty much how was tonite
DO THE FIST PUMP!
this is pretty much how was tonite
DO THE FIST PUMP!
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