Monday, November 10, 2008

Screwtape in the (poop) deck..........

Damn I'm gettin' closer and closer to boot camp everyday. Life is gonna be hard for a while, but I just remind myself I'm doing it for my kids. And they better appreciate it, too, goddamnit. Seriously. I want a hand-drawn letter of appreciation every single morning waiting for me at the breakfast table, with some cool spaceships and ducks in cowboy hats on it, and those cute backwards letters that kids do in the movies.


That's just a quick artist rendering of what I'm lookin' for, but I don't expect my son or daughter to turn out anything THAT high quality. They're just children after all.

I just wanna drink beer all day and do music, you think the Navy would agree with that? I hope so. I hope there's a specific rank just for that. Petty Officer Third Class Drunk Rapper. Accelerate your life. Maybe I'll legally change my last name to Morgan and work my way up to Captain, and then just start reporting to duty wasted every day with a Halloween pirate hat on. I like to think MY United States Navy has a sense of humor, and will totally appreciate these improvements on their uniform and daily activities (ie: drinking rum and making fake toddler drawings instead of watching for dangerous Iranian speedboats).

We will see.

6 comments:

She W0rd Hustlez said...

Lol, who knows, maybe the United States Navy does have a sense of humor. I highly doubt it though. I think you'll be fine, even if you don't get drunk everyday.

dejanae said...

ha
make that work for u

Stunt said...

The idea behind that drawing reminds me of my buddy that got talked into sponsoring an African child through one of those Sally Struthers shits.

His name was Kennedy, and my buddy would get pictures of the kid now and again. Then, one year for Christmas, about 18 months after the shit started, he got a present from Kennedy: a tiny pen drawing of a fish. Like, one of the Jesus fish that people put on the back of their car.

When my friend's dad found out about it, he got all dismissive: "that's fucking garbage, you shouldn't be wasting your money on that shit, the kid probably doesn't exist". My friend posed a rebuttal by showing the pen drawing. His Dad's final words, before leaving the room:
"You dumb bastard, they probably have people in Cleveland that draw thousands of those a day".

Sandman said...

^^the phrase "Sally Struthers shits" is gonna give me nightmares for weeks.

texasveteran said...
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texasveteran said...

I'm wondering how many kids really and truly appreciate their parent's hardwork before they have their own kids. I mean, we've all said thanks and whatnot, but my appreciation for them grew to another level when I had my son. I just hope my son calls me a jerk and tells me I don't love him when I don't let him go to the movies when he's really going to go get trashed with his friends. I want to know that feeling.