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« on: January 16, 2019, 07:08:40 PM »
What is this pile of crap about the "Bullshitters room" I thought this was the "Bullshitters "Board".
Anyways, When I was 23, I married a woman who was pretty as could be. I was a Navy SEAL who was drafted to be a Green Beret. After spending mumble jumble in mumble jumble, I finally escaped the clutches of the most beautiful woman in the universe. She had kept me in chains 24 hour a day except for three hours a day. She made me strip nekkid and frolic in with her in what was sheer ecstasy. The fact that I was commanding a secret black ops mission flying the newest mumble jumble most secret mumble jumble to rescue the cough, cough from the evil communist haters of the far away planet Planetron had nothing to do with my capture or escape. I was captured despite being a highly decorated Navy SEAL...or was that an Air Force seal... and Green Beret, because I was weak of heart, spirit and horny as hell. Anyhoo, the mission was shot all to hell and only 3 won the Green Beret...Wait, Wait, Don't Tell Me...that was a song. When we got back, we were given the largest ticker tape parade ever seen. It was bigger than Lindberg or Mr. Rogers ever thought, or didn't, about throwing for themselves. We then proceeded to imbibe in the most rotten rotgut anyone has ever tasted. Not having had homemade holistic healing, however horrible, honestly healthy, happy juice in over twenty two terribly terrifying years was just too much for us. We all passed out and I don't remember anything else. With my twenty eighth birthday coming up 42 years ago next year I suppose I have led a wonderful productive life. Maybe after I recover from this slight hangover I will think of some more heroic tales from the swave and deboner life I have yet to fulfill.
In case you are wondering I am a blueblood of Polish ancestry, but that is another whole story.
Noah W