Semper Fi cadets. Lying here in the bush waiting for the ragheads to attack gives me time to write.
As I walked through
As I approached the intersection, out ran dozens of little Muslims. My glasses were back at the barracks and I couldn’t take any chances. I whipped out my AK and mowed them down. One escaped into the orphanage, so, to destroy any chance of an outbreak of terrorists, I napalmed the place to the ground. I feasted like a king that night on orphan intestines, with the sweet taste of a job well done.
Damn, my cigar’s going out, Semper Fi!