Sunday, June 29, 2008

Fucking the Pizza Delivery Girl

Seeing as how I have been lagging on the blog posts, I figured I should post this story too.



Whenever I am sans-roommate or I realize that my roommate will not be in for awhile, or days on end, I take the opportunity to shower as long as I want, but more importantly I can air dry after the shower and remain in my birthday suit. Now I know what some of you may be thinking, "He just sits around nude??? He must be a pervert or some type of sexual deviant," but no, I do not sit around nude for the purpose of sexual desire. Honestly, who the fuck gets sexual pleasure from sitting around nude? Not me. I just like the cool feeling from my air conditioner all over my body. If you lived in the ridiculous humidity ridden weather of Louisiana, you would understand.



So there I was sitting in my room, after a fresh shower, just typing away as I communicated with friends back home, when someone knocked on my door. Mind you I was sitting at my computer, in my birthday suit for about two hours before came that knock, that plus the nudity feels so natural to me that I forgot about my lack of clothing as I stood up to answer the door. I open the door to see a young, recent high school graduate, attractive female delivering pizzas for Domino's Pizza. Confused because I did not order any pizza, I said, "Sorry wrong room, I didn't order any pizza," but she was so surprised at the random sight of a nude soldier standing in front of her, that she could hardly speak. After regaining some composure she says, "I'm......looking......for........Charlie 14." Right as I was about to say, "Yeah this is Bravo 14," I noticed it was my nudity that caught her tongue. I look down and back at her somewhat acknowledging I understand her shocked state of being, but me being me, I look her straight in the eyes and ask, "Well...do you wanna come in?" At this point you are expecting that I am going to tell you how she slapped me, kicked me in the testicles, called me a pervert, ran off and reported me for sexual harassment, but no that is not what happened. She looks at me, blushes, smiles and says, "Ummm I don't get off of work for another two hours. Can I come back then?"
Of course I said "Sure!" and then gave her my phone number. I was surprised myself, but shrugged it off and went back to my computer expecting her NOT to call or come back. Two hours later though, as if by some coincidence, Marcy Playground's "Sex and Candy" starts ringing from my cell phone; she called back. I was speechless. She said she was just going to rush home, shower, and change before she came over. I told her to fuck that idea and to head straight to my room; she complied. For some reason I put on shorts, as if they were going to stay on for very long. Now this girl must have been on some long abstinent stint or just had a bad dry spell-I do not blame her for not wanting to sleep with the same old hillbilly boodro punk from around here-because when I opened the door, she stepped in, closed the door and pounced on my face with her tongue. Obviously I did not make any attempt to resist. Now I do not need to go into detail about what happened; it was simply making out, foreplay, and sex, hours of sex. Somewhere in the rest breaks between the sex I caught her name and that she recently graduated from high school. That is all I know and remember about her. One thing I really liked about her, was her complete understanding of a one night stand. At no point did we ever talk a relationship or dating, it was a night of sex and that was that.


Here is a list of people whom have involuntarily seen me naked or whom I flashed my genitals to:
  • Several Postal workers
  • Jehovah Witnesses
  • Mormons
  • New neighbors
  • 80% of the people who went on the Eurotrip last year
  • Half the cross country team my sophomore year in high school
  • French teens sightseeing in Italy
  • Every French police officer I saw from our tour bus
  • Multiple Louisiana residents
  • Just about any freshmen my senior year
  • Anti-war hippies I saw on my way to MEPS before leaving for basic training

That is not counting the thousands of people who have had the liberty of seeing me moon them with my brown ass. That's about it, for now. I will surely flash more people.

Have an airborne day, 565 Airborne out.

Conversations With Tbelle Part II: Pissing off Luigi's Girlfriend


PapagenuSasafras: hey is my cousin in the field or is he jsut really focused on his ps3
Tbelle: Umm I think hes just playing video games
Tbelle: unless he fell asleep
Tbelle: once hes out youd have to bitch slap him to wake him up i think, he doesnt hear his phone
PapagenuSasafras: he hasnt been online all day
PapagenuSasafras: and i have a proposition to get him out of work lol
Tbelle: Yeah ps3 has taken over his life
PapagenuSasafras: lol
Tbelle: hes like i have to be home at 7:10 so i can play playstation
Tbelle: is he not answering his phone?
PapagenuSasafras: no, but i only tried twice
Tbelle: He prob fell asleep cause he usually calls me by now
Tbelle: ive been replaced by a video game
PapagenuSasafras: hahahaha
Tbelle: so i think if you wanna talk to him youre gonna have to go pound on his door
PapagenuSasafras: i'll probably go over tomorrow and become enveloped in the system too
Tbelle: god you guys are such penises
PapagenuSasafras: you're sucha vagina
Tbelle: My ex used to call me a vagina
Tbelle: and a cunt
PapagenuSasafras: lol
Tbelle: obviously as a joke
PapagenuSasafras: thats still horrible though
PapagenuSasafras: i only called two girls a cunt ever in my life
Tbelle: If hed said it to me seriously i wouldve broken his neck
Tbelle: but since he was joking i thought it was really funny
Tbelle: whyd you call the girls cunts btw
PapagenuSasafras: cause they deserved it
Tbelle: I had an ex call me a scheming bitch
Tbelle: he gave me a little too much credit though since i wasnt even plotting anything against him
PapagenuSasafras: haha, get luigi to kick his ass
Tbelle: That boy is in navy bootcamp as we speak
Tbelle: So even if I wanted to I couldnt
PapagenuSasafras: what?!!? what a queer!
Tbelle: hahah thats what luigi said
Tbelle: i have 2 exes in the navy actually
PapagenuSasafras: so you've dated two flaming queers?
Tbelle: They were actually best friends hahah
Tbelle: But I dated one like 3 years after the first one so it wasnt that weird
Tbelle: Yeah they turned out to be pretty weird
PapagenuSasafras: lol
Tbelle: are navy guys really that weird
Tbelle: or are you two just being dicks
PapagenuSasafras: we're being dicks
Tbelle: ill act surprised now
PapagenuSasafras: lol
Tbelle: wait were you the one that luigi used to call when you guys were playing grand theft auto?
PapagenuSasafras: yeah it was either me or ramponi
Tbelle: I kind of think itwas you
PapagenuSasafras: or all three of us
Tbelle: and you started talking about how you had a girlfriend who was a stripper in the game
PapagenuSasafras: lol no that was ramponi
PapagenuSasafras: but i was there
Tbelle: hahah
Tbelle: nooo cause ramponi has the accent
PapagenuSasafras: i never had a stripper in the game, i always just killed people
Tbelle: Ohh well then maybe it was him
PapagenuSasafras: i had sex with a stripper once though
Tbelle: oh really
Tbelle: was she at least cute
PapagenuSasafras: yes, she gave me my first lap dance, and when i went back home on leave, she found the whole paratrooper thing really hot
Tbelle: what type of female have you not had sex with
Tbelle: lets just narrow this topic down
PapagenuSasafras: thats kinda hard. you ask, and i'll attest to
Tbelle: married?
PapagenuSasafras: no
Tbelle: black girl?
PapagenuSasafras: yes
Tbelle: asian girl?
PapagenuSasafras: yes
Tbelle: Bisexual girl?
PapagenuSasafras: yes
Tbelle: Underage girl
PapagenuSasafras: yes
Tbelle: while you were in another relationship?
PapagenuSasafras: nope and never will
Tbelle: with a friend's gf/chick they were dating
PapagenuSasafras: no not one of my friend's
Tbelle: im assuming youve done all of the hair colors then
Tbelle: a punk girl?
PapagenuSasafras: yup
Tbelle: hmmm i dont know what other types there are
Tbelle: i think youve banged everyone
Tbelle: ohh wait, someoen who didnt speak english?
PapagenuSasafras: yes; lying to my parents about wanting to see the rome nightlife alone to bang an italian chick was awesome
Tbelle: ok so your penis has been everywhere
PapagenuSasafras: not just yet
Tbelle: yes its true
Tbelle: luigi is alive
Tbelle: he just called
PapagenuSasafras: good to know lol
Tbelle: luigi says he wants to impregnate me
PapagenuSasafras: hahaha go for it
Tbelle: fuck no im 20
PapagenuSasafras: thats the first sensible thing i have heard from someone around my age say in awhile
Tbelle: hahah im a realistic person
PapagenuSasafras: too many young people around here are getting married and having kids; they need a father, as opposed to being one
Tbelle: Yeah everyones making babies
Tbelle: oh luigi says he was "in the box" when you called
PapagenuSasafras: oh ok
Tbelle: and that one of your friends saw him today and was scared cause he was all dirty
PapagenuSasafras: makes sense
Tbelle: i dont know what that means; dont wanna know
PapagenuSasafras: yeah there are a bunch of pussies in my unit that get freaked easily
Tbelle: oh and he says he needs his etool and his dildo back
PapagenuSasafras: i'll get it tomorrow and you mean your dildo, which i lent to the nasty whores around here so they would stop bugging me; you should probably bleach it
Tbelle: luigi says he has a ta50 inspection so he needs it or something
PapagenuSasafras: when's his inspection?
Tbelle: around 4:30
PapagenuSasafras: 0430, or 1630?
Tbelle: 1630
PapagenuSasafras: ok i'll call him tomorrow
Tbelle: luigi says he cant wait to hear your voice
PapagenuSasafras: the voice of reason, he can only take so much of listening to your nonsense
Tbelle: Shut up im the voice of reason not you
PapagenuSasafras: if that be true, we are all doomed
Tbelle: no people could use advice like mine
PapagenuSasafras: i'll give you credit for the reason for that girl still having sex with me eventhough i was an ass
Tbelle: im the queen of relationship advice, i know everything about it
PapagenuSasafras: you're a queen on fuckbuddy relationship advice, but the court jester at the rest
Tbelle: hahaha please
Tbelle: oh luigi wants to know if you got any "knick knack patty wack"
Tbelle: which is so embarrassing to even type out
PapagenuSasafras: hahaha not lately
Tbelle: He thinks i dont know what it means
PapagenuSasafras: i love how he's using my comical euphemisms now
Tbelle: oh so he got it from you, go figure
PapagenuSasafras: don't be jealous homie
Tbelle: When I mean ass I say ass i dont need "comical" euphemisms
PapagenuSasafras: that makes it funnier though
PapagenuSasafras: saying "sex" gets boring after awhile
PapagenuSasafras: saying "knick knack paddy whack" adds humor to getting laid
Tbelle: No thats just weird
PapagenuSasafras: to you because you're so close minded and jealous you didnt think of it first
Tbelle: I cant believe you caught onto my jealousy through IMs
Tbelle: youre sooo perceptive
PapagenuSasafras: apology accepted
Tbelle: that was no apology
PapagenuSasafras: yes i forgive your racist heart and soul of bigotry
Tbelle: Im only racist towards you
PapagenuSasafras: because i am my own race of excellence and accomplishment
PapagenuSasafras: compliment noted
Tbelle: You are incredibly delusional
Tbelle: Im gonna form a group similar to KKK
Tbelle: except itll only target you, as an individual
PapagenuSasafras: your hatred towards me reminds me of how important i am
Tbelle: i hate plenty of unimportant people
Tbelle: youre number 1
PapagenuSasafras: yeah but i'm so important you need to form an organized group
Tbelle: Because youre a menace to society
Tbelle: especially individuals who own a vagina
PapagenuSasafras: why thank you; you just love to compliment me don't you hahaha
Tbelle: Only a narcissist could twist insults into compliments like you do
PapagenuSasafras: no narcissim here, i don't love myself, i'm more megalomaniacal
Tbelle: Well im glad someones given a name for whats wrong with you
PapagenuSasafras: hahaha this conversation is going on my blog
PapagenuSasafras: anything you'd like to say to my readers before i hit the hay?
Tbelle: Actually
Tbelle: No I have nothing further to say to you
Tbelle: youve emotionally drained me
PapagenuSasafras: hahaha i feel yet even more accomplished
PapagenuSasafras: i emotionally drained you and i did not even have to sleep with you
PapagenuSasafras: i am awesome
PapagenuSasafras: goodnight
Tbelle: Night dick

Wednesday, June 18, 2008

Conversations With Tbelle Part I: Bean/Fry Diets and Stylish Pubes

Luigi's girlfriend was replaced by the Playstation 3, so resultingly she tried to vent her anger and frustration on me through a series of instant message conversations. This is only the first half. My screen name is "Papagenusasafras" if you cannot tell by reading it.





PapagenuSasafras: i was just having the worst day
PapagenuSasafras: thankfully i went to eat some good food and was able to get my mind off of it all
Tbelle:haha did you eat away your feelings
PapagenuSasafras: pretty much
PapagenuSasafras: i eat when i'm insane
PapagenuSasafras: i eat when i'm happy
PapagenuSasafras: i eat when things are so and so
Tbelle: So basically you eat no matter how you feel
PapagenuSasafras: yup
Tbelle: well, youre a growing boy
Tbelle: im older than you
Tbelle: i get to say stuff like that
PapagenuSasafras: yeah, by like a year lol
Tbelle: A year wiser
Tbelle: it counts
PapagenuSasafras: lol
Tbelle: i hope you dont eat beans on top of french fries like luigi does
Tbelle: cause if you do you repulse me
PapagenuSasafras: haha
PapagenuSasafras : like refried beans?
Tbelle: yeah
Tbelle: i think
Tbelle: idk he said beans
PapagenuSasafras: lol
PapagenuSasafras: well i like chili beans on top of fries
Tbelle: wtf
Tbelle: repulsive
PapagenuSasafras: you're repulsive
PapagenuSasafras: and outlandish
Tbelle: hahah
Tbelle: Im not the one sitting around eating beans on top of french fries
Tbelle: thats outlandish and repulsive
Tbelle: and offensive too
PapagenuSasafras: i see it as defensive
PapagenuSasafras: your disgusted opinion is obviously a result of stemmed racism
Tbelle: Yeah my disgust with you guys eating beans and fries comes from my racism
Tbelle: i dont know what im racist towards
Tbelle: but its def racism
PapagenuSasafras: you're racist towards studly, young, brown dudes. duh!!!
PapagenuSasafras: haha
Tbelle: so wait...then how am I racist towards you?
PapagenuSasafras: i just realized i brought about that whole thing the wrong way, so now i can’t bail myself out
Tbelle: Its because youre young and naive
PapagenuSasafras: no it’s because i didn’t tread about it carefully lol
Tbelle: NAIVETE!
Tbelle: and prob the beans and fries combo doesnt help
PapagenuSasafras: well you're feigned and guile
Tbelle: putting thesaurus.com to good use?
PapagenuSasafras: no i just have a high vocabulary
PapagenuSasafras: 12 years of being a nerd in school
Tbelle: good we're kindred souls
PapagenuSasafras: lol
Tbelle: luigi is upset because he said you two had a date in his bed
PapagenuSasafras: i was gonna go play ps3, but i have to be on standby near my toilet
Tbelle: umm he wants to know hwy
Tbelle: but i dont know if i particularly want to know myself
PapagenuSasafras: well i ate at Hana's
PapagenuSasafras: the japanese restaurant
PapagenuSasafras: so i ate A LOT
PapagenuSasafras: and now my stomach is talking
Tbelle: he says hes more than willing to give you some pepto bismol
PapagenuSasafras: that shit won’t work
PapagenuSasafras: it’s gotta come out
Tbelle: he says he wants to nurse you back to health
PapagenuSasafras: whatever lol
Tbelle: with his own to hands
Tbelle: this conversation is getting weird maybe you two should just talk so that im not the middle woman
PapagenuSasafras: yeah we are
PapagenuSasafras: he's telling me about mgs4
Tbelle: is that his video game?
Tbelle: i call everything nintendo
Tbelle: luigi gets offended
PapagenuSasafras: sadhkfl;ashdf
PapagenuSasafras: YOU ARE REPULSIVE!
Tbelle: i guess you do too?
Tbelle: Shut up bean eater
PapagenuSasafras: shut up lover of bean eaters
Tbelle: im gonna lock you in a room with just a bunch of cans of beans
Tbelle: and by the time you get out
Tbelle: youll hate them
Tbelle: and ill have cured you of this disgusting obsession
PapagenuSasafras: and i'll lock you in a room with nothing but beans and fries so you have a reason to hate them
Tbelle: I already hate them
Tbelle: ill just hate them more
Tbelle: and then once you let me out of the room
Tbelle: ill make a point of throwing up on you
Papagenusasafras: i'll open the door when you are passed out
Tbelle: why the hell would i be unconscious?
Tbelle: i dont think beans and fries make me that sick
PapagenuSasafras: you have to sleep some time
Tbelle: so youll just open the door and run away
Tbelle: what a wimp
PapagenuSasafras: no, i'll piss on your hand, then tickle your face with a feather
Tbelle: hahha fuck you
PapagenuSasafras: lol
Tbelle: who the hell pisses on someones hand
PapagenuSasafras: paratroopers
Tbelle: and I dont think youd get near me with the feather i think the warm wet urine would wake me up first
PapagenuSasafras: nope
PapagenuSasafras: because your body would be in shock and disoriented from a french fry and bean diet
Tbelle: Id prob stop eating that shit after day 2
Tbelle: so you were in honors and AP classes in hs?
PapagenuSasafras: yup
Tbelle: oohh so you were one of THOSE kids
PapagenuSasafras: yup
PapagenuSasafras: but i partied hardcore, so i was THAT GUY
Tbelle: a pain in the ass probably
PapagenuSasafras: i was
Tbelle: was, are
Tbelle: same thing
PapagenuSasafras: lol
Tbelle: when do you get out of the army?
Tbelle: 2010 like luigi?
Papagenusasafras: nope
PapagenuSasafras: 2012
PapagenuSasafras: but i'll probably reenlist as an officer
Tbelle: ooohh
Tbelle: so you and my sister are talking?
PapagenuSasafras: yeah a little bit
Tbelle: I cant believe you asked her to cyber
Tbelle: thats so weird
Tbelle: thats not the way to go around getting girls to like you
Tbelle: who does that anymore anyways
PapagenuSasafras: i did not ask her to cyber
PapagenuSasafras: where did you get that idea from?
Tbelle: hahah i know i just like to say weird things
Tbelle: just to see peoples reactions
PapagenuSasafras: i tried it once
PapagenuSasafras: it was like watching a creepy porno
Tbelle: me and my best friend at the time used to go into chat rooms and get online boyfriends
Tbelle: when we were like 10 or 11
Tbelle: or 17...
PapagenuSasafras: hahaha XD
Tbelle: no we were like 11
PapagenuSasafras: sure
Tbelle: it was cool atthe time
Tbelle: everyone was doing it
Tbelle: ok by the time i was 16 i was able to get real boyfriends thank you very much
PapagenuSasafras: lol
Tbelle: when i was younger i had to wear head gear
Tbelle: not out in public
Tbelle: but i still had to wear it
Tbelle: http://itp.nyu.edu/~alo244/headgear.jpg
Tbelle: that
PapagenuSasafras: no way!
PapagenuSasafras: that thing is old school!
Tbelle: Yeah it was bullshit
Tbelle: i hated that thing
Tbelle: hahah you cock fiend luigi does not flash me his penis on webcam
PapagenuSasafras: lol
PapagenuSasafras: well he said he would someday lol
Tbelle: Well ill be seeing it soon enough i dont think ill need to see it on webcam too
Tbelle: its not like penises are all that unique looking
PapagenuSasafras: tell him to shave your initials in his pubes
Tbelle: the S would be kind of scary to make I think
PapagenuSasafras: true
PapagenuSasafras: just a big T would be easy
Tbelle: One time a few years ago I had a bf decide to make an arrow pointing down towards his penis
Tbelle: and when he pulled down his pants he was so proud of himself
PapagenuSasafras: i'm trying to see if i can do the airborne wings one day
Tbelle: They have kits for making shapes like that
Tbelle: and dyes too
Tbelle: if you wanna go crazy one of these days
PapagenuSasafras: i'm not that bored
Tbelle: although id be a little scared if i saw blue pubes
Tbelle: Ok says the one aspiring to make airborne wings on his crotch
PapagenuSasafras: thats something to be proud of though
PapagenuSasafras: thats army pride
Tbelle: some people take pride in making hearts
Tbelle: and then dying it red
Tbelle: ive seen pics of such
PapagenuSasafras: i'll make wings and dye it silver then
Tbelle: chicks will like that
Tbelle: woudl you ever consider waxing
PapagenuSasafras: never!
Tbelle: pussy
PapagenuSasafras: its not the pain
PapagenuSasafras: i just dont like how mine looks with absolutely no hair
PapagenuSasafras: i shaved it all once and it looked like a turkey
Tbelle: hahahaha
Tbelle: id be freaked out if a guy was totally bare
Tbelle: really scared actually
PapagenuSasafras: it looks so weird
Tbelle: its very porn star
Tbelle: which isnt hot
PapagenuSasafras: lol
Tbelle: are you still f-ing around w. that same girl
PapagenuSasafras: no she wants to go back and be loyal to her bf
PapagenuSasafras: haha
Tbelle: Id say the whole loyalty thing was shot to shit the first time she cheated but whatever floats her boat
PapagenuSasafras: yeah thats what i said
Tbelle: from how luigi made it sound, girls arent that hard to nail around there
PapagenuSasafras: its true
PapagenuSasafras: thats why they have so many stds
Tbelle: gross

Saturday, June 14, 2008

Picture Perfect Shit

For any soldier under the rank of Sergeant First Class who arrives at Fort Polk on PCS orders(Permanent Change of Station; it is to be that soldier's duty station), there is a series of briefings called the School of Standards. As the name states, it is where we spend four days and different people, some civillians and some green suiters(soldiers), tell us what to expect of Fort Polk, and of course, what Fort Polk expects of us. I actually enjoyed it, despite how boring it was, because I did not have to work, there were some young soldiers there who actively participated with ridiculously funny and outlandish statements and questions, and I was released to do whatever I want by 3 pm. As standard with other army posts, we have to receive a briefing on suicide and the usual speech: the signs of suicide, how to help and receive help, and the plain "Don't do it." The person in charge of our suicide briefing was a charismatic, humorous chaplain. What everyone liked about him was how he approached the situation. He hated the standard, boring briefing as well as the slides that accompanied it so he came up with this brilliant observation. He noted that the primal behavioral instinct inside all of us, has a secret degree of sick happiness; as humans, we are proud of our shit. By shit, he does not mean our possessions, our accomplishments, or any such nonsense to which "shit" is related by connotation. He meant our shit, that which is excrement and waste of our bodies. His observation was that we feel at least slightly happier when we take a shit, and that the better and bigger it is, the happier we feel. Of course he told us that at Fort Polk we can receive help if we are depressed and to help out others if they are depressed or showing signs of suicide, but the premise of his brieifing was that committing suicide physically hurts, and instead to pitch a huge lincoln loaf before thinking about it. I will tell you right now, to try it. Fuck antidepressants and all the pills that go with it: Lexapro, Zoloft, Paxil, Effexor, Prozac, and the MAOI's. Now if you are seriously going through depression, see a doctor about it, but if you are just having a hard time in life, drop a deuce. Now here is the relation of this theory, to me.

This past Monday, before we left for the field, my cousin Luigi came to my room, dying of boredom. Luigi has this obsession with three way calling; it is probably one of his pasttimes and often tries to get his girlfriend to have phone sex with him while he leaves me a voicemail. Of course she always refuses, because despite her aggressive and sassy behavior accompanied by her vicious diction, she does not have the intestinal fortitude to pull a little prank(she tries to be a bitch, yet cannot pull a prank; she tries to be a bitch to me, just to get me frustrated and riled up, but it just makes me like her as a person more). Of course intestinal fortitude is for the airborne, and I guess she just has my cousin wear those pants. She is probably reading this and saying, "Fuck you bitch," but all I have to say, is do not be jealous you are not airborne. Well back to the subject, my cousin thinks it would be hilarious to prank call his girlfriend's older sister, whom he still thinks I have a great shot at, but I still disagree. However, to inflate my ego, I will show you what Luigi's girlfriend and her older sister wrote to me.

Luigi's Girlfriend:
"Hahah see I told you! At least there's another female out there who will back me up and be honest for once. You and Tucker Max are proof that guys can be jackasses and still get laid...a lot. My sister does think you're hot (yeah, go ahead, let that ego inflate, I won't tell anybody) but there's that 4 year age difference and 1,000 mile separation that may put a kink in Luigi's matchmaking."

That simple statement sent some embarrassment to her older sister who then sent me this:

"I'm glad my sister decided to EXPOSE MY FEELINGS on facebook!!!"

Obviously I let my ego inflate. Why you ask? It is because not only is this older sister five years older than me, but also because she is smoking attractive. As Luigi always states, "she is like a fucking barbie." Great body, attractive face, and vibrant blond hair makes for a fiery hot girl.
So we try to prank call her, but she does not answer, multiple times(I think Luigi's girlfriend told her not to answer, damn you). Pissed off because she did not answer when two american airborne soldiers, I calmed Luigi down with another proposition, we should prank call this girl from my platoon. I figured it would be fun considering she was high on painkillers. Well of course, I thought it would be funny to fuck with her head and echo everything Luigi said; this made her absolutely trip balls. After awhile, she realized it was not the guy she thought she was talking to, but rather her fellow platoon member and his cousin playing a childish prank. We decided to go to her room and see her blushed face of embarrassment and bully her about it to kill some time. We hang out in her room for a bit shooting the shit, when I made a wonderful realization. Her roommate, whom is in my squad, is not in there, she would not return because she was out with her adulterous idiot of a boyfriend, her laptop was left out, and I had my camera in my pocket. In my camera, there is a picture of grotesque beauty. Months ago, I went through a weekend feeling too lazy to go out and eat, or to even order a pizza, so I ate some MREs(Meals Ready to Eat). Each MRE comes with the usual spoon, alcohol wipes, tissue, matches, coffee or tea packet, salt, seasoning, but what is most important is the cinnamon gum. The gum tastes like cinnamon for all but two minutes and seems to disintegrate in your mouth, but it is for good purpose; you are meant to eat the gum. The gum is a small dose of laxative meant to keep your colon from backing up and beefing up from the lack of dietary fiber. In fact, Al Franken made a joke to the troops in Iraq that he had enjoyed his fifth MRE and "none of them had an exit strategy." Needless to say, you know what happens next. Over the course of 40 hours I ate three MREs minus the gum, each containing 2200 calories, totaling 6600 calories with little to no fiber. When it came time to drop that shit, it was bad. I was clutching the toilet because it felt as if I was going to pass out from popping a vein in my forehead. After three straight minutes of holding my breath and pushing out probably two pounds of condensed mass, I had to take a look. It was so large and packed that it circled around my whole toilet; it was beautiful. I immediately remembered what the chaplain had told us, and I still remember what I was feeling when I saw my turd, total joy and complete pride. Luckily for me, for some reason I cannot remember, my camera was sitting on my humidifier in my bathroom. A Kodak moment for sure. Do no fret, in this moment of euphoria, I still remembered to wipe my ass and wash my hands.

So there I was, standing in front of my squad member's computer, SD memory card in hand, with the following idea: I was to save my prized picture of an enourmous turd as the desktop background on her computer. I minimized the media player that was open on her desktop, loaded my SD card, and saved the picture on her desktop. I then took out my SD card and reopened the media player as to make the prank even better seeing as how she would someday close all windows on her computer and suddenly see a heaping turd in front of her face. It has been almost a week and still no one knows if she knows what is on her computer.
You are probably wondering, "How magnificent could this shit be? I think I want to see it for myself." Well I have lost the picture and am extremely sad about it. To compensate though, I will make a video interview of everyone who has seen the picture to testify by their own opinion, of my beautiful log. Stay tuned for that.



Have an airborne day,
565 Airborne, out.

Sunday, June 8, 2008

Me a Jody!?! No, Not Really, So It's Ok

In case you did not read my last blog, which was quite a juicy story as I am told, for the past week I have been spending quite some time with a girl, or as Sergeant Trenches put it, "Translation: You fuck a lot." The truth is we have been fucking, well a lot. The relationship we have is almost the perfect situation. She would come over, usually late at night so that no one would see her, not that I was ashamed of her or she is ugly, because she is rather attractive, but so that the gossiping bitches and bastards around my barracks do not spread my business. We would talk a bit, then some kissing, then some foreplay and the sex. We would wake up early to shower and get ready so she could leave prior to any of my sergeants showing up at my room for their daily room inspections. What made this even better is that while I was in the shower, she would clean and sweep my room, make the bed, and even take out a fresh set of ACU's(advanced combat uniform; it is the fatigues soldiers wear nowadays) and put my nametapes and airborne wings on it! It was great. I was still a bit of an asshole to her, but I held it back a bit as my way of showing appreciation; fuck I even did some of her laundry when she left her clothes in my room. I was living life, Tucker Max style, until someone had to tap into my head and bring back the remorseful person I can be.

My cousin Luigi has a girlfriend, with whom he is in love and deeply infatuated with. Seeing as how family always looks out for each other, Luigi tried getting me to flirt with his girlfriend's older sister....over the internet. Now if this sister was my age, I just may have done it, but I doubt that women in their mid-twenties would really appreciate innuendos in their inbox. After just a short time of being in a relationship with her, Luigi's girlfriend hears much about me from him. This is probably due to me hanging out with my cousin quite often, or he may have told her stories of the horrible person I am, thinking they are funny tales. Needless to say, his girlfriend becomes curious of me and begins talking to me online. She is witty and clever as she is pretty. Well done Luigi; it is comforting to know my family has good taste in the people they date. Well after seeing my constant pathetic advertisement of my blog on my facebook, she becomes curious as to what I am talking about. She wants to read my stories and judge for herself whether they are worthy of the praise I give to my own writing. She does seem to enjoy them as she sends me this message:

"So I read your blogs and in some paragraphs you do sound a little on the sociopathic side but nevertheless very entertaining hahaha."

Little did I know she would be a follow up reader of my blog. Some people have read my blog, enjoyed a few stories and never looked at it again. She actually returned to my page to check out a recent post. That recent post is the one before this titled, "I Also Wonder Why Girls Have Sex With Me." After reading that story, she sent me this message:

"I just read your latest blog and thought I'd let you know that you're going to hell. ;) And FYI the reason girls still want to mess around with you even after you're an ass to them is because how badly a guy mistreats a girl is directly proportional to how much she'll like him (in most cases, there are exceptions). I don't care how many chicks try to deny it and say they like 'nice guys', it's bs."

Oh shit! This was some of the most intelligent and sociological observant words I had heard in awhile. It made so much sense too! For many years I had friends who would hook up with douchebags and blab, "No he is really a nice guy and treats me better than other guys and blah blah blah blah." Now I know, my friends were full of bullshit! Hahaha. I was in a state of epiphany and direct understanding; there was no bullshit, no euphemisms of life, just straight comprehension of the dating world which I had misinterpreted for so many years. Hey I am still young though, 19 years fucking young, and my life is trial and error anyways, so this was just some wisdom I could hold onto and validate the gray hairs I have so proudly named wisdom hairs. I was also pissed though; this realization meant I did not always have to be the nice kid all my life. I had that window to be the complete asshole I wanted to be on certain occasions, and girls would have still liked me. At this point I was thinking, "What the fuck! You were wrong dad! You set me up for failure." I did not dwell on it, I just laugh about it now. I cannot wait to have this conversation with my dad though. "Hey dad, nice guys do finish last you bastard."

Then I hit a major obstacle; I was reflecting on my life and how I have changed since I joined the army and have started following the ways of Tucker Max. I was becoming THAT guy, the one that destroys self esteem in women and is the cause for beautiful women morphing into butch lesbians with mullets that decide to join extremist feminist organizations that proudly proclaim, "Fuck the male population! I shall no longer shave my armpits or vagina, yet I will still walk around nude!!!" Fuck you lezbos, you need the penis population as much as we need the vagina community. Apart from rekindling the fiery hatred for extremist feminists, I was pondering on how the girl I was sleeping with felt about my behavior towards her. Damn. I knew I was not going to be capable of having sex with her until we cleared the air.

Two days ago, the movie "Don't Mess With The Zohan" came out in theatres. Seeing as how there is so little to do around Fort Polk besides heavy drinking, womanizing, and well, just being a dirtbag, there is always the movie theatre, the greatest escapism incarnate since the days of when my grandpa was a teenager. Well no, not THAT long ago. Sergeant Trenches, a fellow filipino buddy and I decide to spend some of our well earned money and eat at the only steakhouse in the area prior to the showing of the movie. From this point on in the evening, hilarity ensues. It starts off with this conversation I have with my girl.

Me: Hey let's go to the movies.
Her: When? What time?
Me: At six.
Her: It's five-thirty!!! That gives me half an hour to get ready! I'm not even in my room, I'm at the gym!
Me: What the fuck! Just get moving! All you need to do is shower, you don't need dress up or anything. No need to impress anyone, you're already having sex with me. You're good. I just want you to meet some of my friends. Oh and bring some of your friends, but they have to be attractive, you know for my buddies. I don't wanna be greedy and be the only guy going to dinner and the movies with a girl.
Her: Ugh!!!! How am I supposed to do that!!! I only have thirty fucking minutes!!! I don't even know your friends and you want me to hook them up with my friends?!?!
Me: Hey I don't know your stupid friends so I'm also going out on a limb here. For all I know you would be taking some fat sea cows for my friends, then I look like a douchebag.
Her: Well sometimes you are a douchebag! I don't know why I even get all dolled up for you when you're just gonna fuck me anyways!!!
Me: Well sometimes I wonder why I fuck your stupid ass! Just get ready. We'll go to dinner and you and your friends can meet us at the theatre, and if they can't go, you can at least meet Sergeant Trenches. Then we can come back to my room and maybe I'll go down on you. If you deserve it.
Her: Fine. Ass. Call me before you leave the restaurant. You'll go down anyways. Love you. :Hangs up:

She was right. I would anyways. I was in shock though. She said, "Love you" before she hung up. I was confused. Then I remembered how young girls can loosely throw those two words around. I also contemplated if she meant it. My ego inflates. I prefer the latter explanation. I refrained form telling Sergeant Trenches though. He would have made fun of me the whole night, I chose to blog about it instead and have him read it.

We get to the restaurant and more fun occurs. My filipino comrade, Vegas, speaks his mind. It is hilarious. Many people in our company despise him because of this; fuck them, they suck anyways. What is even funnier about Vegas, is that he is well built and muscular. There are few people who would dare tell him to shut up. I told Sergeant Trenches that I call "dibs" on the waittress in the purple shirt. Vegas asked what we are talking about and we told him about the game and he cracks up when we told him who we have called "dibs" on from our battalion. A very heavy set woman walks into the part of the restaurant where we are seated and Vegas immediately says, "Yeaaaah! I call dibs on that chick!" Sergeant Trenches and I laughed so hard we felt like we could not breathe. After we finished eating, we went over to the movie theatre. I forgot to call my girl. We arrived at the theatre only to be told that the 7:40 showing is sold out but there are plenty of tickets open for the 10:20 showing. Not wanting to sit around almost three hours we leave. Sergeant Trenches points out a hot lieutenant from our combat lifesaver class. I called "dibs." We decide to go to Walmart as to not waste gas driving from post to Leesville. Walking around Walmart we noticed there was an interminable number of attractive underage girls and cursed them for wearing their sun dresses. Vegas was taking the "dibs" game seriously and only called it on the most obese women he could find. We left Walmart and came back on post early. It was only 9:30.

I went to my room, logged on to my internet pages, and was about to call my girl. Then tragedy struck. Someone knocked on my door and I mistakingly opened it without checking to see who it was through my peephole. It was this crazy chick with serious mental sociopath problems that fucked almost all the males in the barracks. In fact, one guy noted this by saying, "All you have to do is say 'hi.'" I hated being around her. All she ever does is bitch and whine about how she should have a certain rank and how everyone is out to fuck her life over. Yeah, whatever fuckhead. I am only nice to her because she is the person that will bitch to your face everyday. I do not need that shit. I just kept typing away on my computer while she blabbed away and talked on the phone. Around ten thirty one of my best friends called me. I went outside to talk on the phone because I did not want that psycho bitch to taint a good conversation by butting in and bugging while I was on the phone. I went back in my room and this bitch pissed me off! She was on my computer without my permission, shopping for fucking dildos. FUCKING DILDOS!!!!! Then she starts talking about how she has one that hurts her clit. I instantly gagged and almost threw up. I sent a text to Sergeant Trenches asking if he was still awake. My plan was to text him and have him come to my room with some bullshit lie about having to go to our workplace, that way I could leave and get that fucking creep out of my room. Unfortunately for me, he had passed out already. However, a buddy from my platoon, Bullion, came to my room looking for ketchup. I do not have any but I start small chit chat with him so he stays. We were talking when that fucking creeper butts in our conversation. We got outside so he can smoke while we talk and finally that fucking bitch leaves us alone. I thanked Bullion for saving me and told him I was likely to cower in the corner of my room and cry if she was to start making sexual advances on me. Agh! How much I hate nasty whores!

Bullion retired to his room for the night and I decided to call my girl over. She came over instantly and pounced on me. She was so horny from not having sex for only two days! I found out I was still very much capable of having sex with her, knowing I mistreated her. At least I never hit her or told her she was worthless. I just talk like an asshole to her. I then told her what had happened the whole night and why I forgot to call her. Then we had this conversation.

Her: Yeah I was not going to show up to the movies alone anyways.
Me: Haha, yeah you would have looked like a loser and I would have made fun of you.
Her: Fuck you asshole! Hahaha.
Me: Hey out of the spontaneity of conversation, what is it about me that keeps you coming back? I have realized I can be a real jerk to you, I'm not that coldhearted.
Her: It's cause I like that you're an asshole. A lot of the guys around here act like such fucking pussies and I fucking hate the Geronimos. That and I'm pissed off at my boyfriend.
Me: You have a boyfriend?!?!? What the fuck!?!? I'M A JODY!!!!
Her: Yeah I do and yeah kinda, but not really. He's not in the military. He goes to school in Baltimore. So it's ok.
Me: Oh ok I guess. Wait, so your boyfriend cheated on you?
Her: I don't know, but he tried to lie to me about dating other girls while I'm stationed here so I wouldn't put it past him. I doubt he has that kinda game though. He's the kinda guy that is scared about masturbating.
Me: Hah! Loser. So your boyfriend went on a few dates with other girls, could be cheating but most likely isn't, and you felt this was enough for you to justify going out and fucking me?
Her: Yeah pretty much. Well I'm going to break up with him when I go on leave, and I'd rather tell him about you and the sex, then just breaking up. It puts the power in my hands.
Me: Good deal. So you don't ever get tired of how I treat you?
Her: Well you treat me alright. You did my laundry a few times, you don't tell the whole post we're having sex that way it stays between us, and I don't have a problem with your attitude. It's actually a bit arousing. Girls rarely go out with nice guys. We are usually likely to stay with a guy eventhough he is an asshole depending on how much we like him.

We had some intense sex after that. I was amazed by what was said. She had said the same thing Luigi's girlfriend told me. This was quite the interesting week. I can carry on with my life and go back to fucking this girl's brains out, because that is what she wants. It is a win-win situation and everybody is happy.




Have an airborne day,
565 Airborne out.

Sunday, June 1, 2008

I Also Wonder Why Girls Have Sex With Me

When I was a kid I wanted to be a Catholic monk; I adored the simple lifestyle and camaraderie developed between monks at a monastery. Yesterday, someone brought it up and it led me to analyze the course of my life events that led me to drop that idea. Then it made me wonder why girls have sex with me; actually I still wonder, but here is my analysis.

Ever since my first communion when I was eight years old, I wanted to be a Benedictine monk, or at least be ordained a priest. I did not really care about what order of monks I joined, but I had preferred the Benedictine Order primarily because of their remarkable Latin chants; music seemingly had set the final decision, eventhough it was music nearly no one listens to anymore. This was all set until I was 14 and was on the cross country team in high school. I was still quite a shy kid and did not attempt much to date girls. There was this senior on the team that found my shy, quiet behavior real cute so she always had me follow her around like a damn puppy. One day after one of our cross country meets, we were on the bus heading back to our school. It was quite a hot day and we had run a tough trail and most parents would pick up their teens from the meet and go stright home so everyone on the bus had their own seat and was asleep, except me and her of course. I was listening to music because at the age, I was ALWAYS listening to music. She noticed we were the only two awake so she called me to sit next to her. I turned off the music and sat next to her. She started asking me questions about how many girlfriends I have had and things of that nature. Then it got real interesting, she asked me if I was still a virgin. Yes, I was at that point, and thats what I told her. Then she asked me if I had done anything besides make out with a girl and grab her tits. Nope. Next thing I know her hand is in my shorts and she whips out my cash and prizes. First blowjob ever, on a bus with half our cross country team sleeping. Oh shit was it fucking amazing! At this point I began to contemplate my idea to become a monk considering they are not allowed to have any form of a sensual relationship.

By the end of that school year, I was 15 and had formed a small band with some friends. We played a buncha of small gigs around San Bernardino for a bunch of high school parties. We were pretty damn good so we were always welcome to hang out and drink for free after our set. There was this one gig we played out in the middle of fucking nowhere at this big house with a huge backyard that had several gazebos around the enourmous pool. After our set, I was not up to talking to the usual drunken sausagefest so I grabbed a bottle of tequila, a case of beers and went to an empty gazebo to just drink and relax. A quarter through the bottle, some random girl shows up in the gazebo and starts this conversation with me.

Girl: Hey! You're that guitar playing guy!(Definitely not an english honors student)
Me: Yeah, that's me. Duhhhh.
Girl: Haha. You were awesome! What are you doing here by yourself?
Me: Just enjoying this alcohol while not having to talk to the usual bunch of idiots. What are you doing, or rather why are you still sober? You're the only sober one here.
Girl: Well I got tired of going to parties and being hit on by the same group of guys trying to fuck me. I'm trying to find a guy who deserves my company.
(I'm so naive I do not catch on to her hints.)
Me: Yeah that sucks. You won't find a guy like that here I can guarantee you that. They all look pretty stupid.
Girl: Hahaha. You're funny. Can I drink here with you?
(I still do not catch on.)
Me: Sure. But if we run out of booze you have to be the one to get up and get some more.
Girl: Haha, ok. Fair enough.
One hour later, with most the tequila bottle and all the beer done.
Girl: Oh my god, I'm so drunk.
Me: Damn you have such a...you're a lightweight....and blah. (I was quite drunk myself and could not even finish my own sentence)
Girl: Whatever! You're so drunk you can't even pick up your guitar!
Me: What the fuck ever! I can still jam.
(I pick up the acoustic guitar and play a little of "Don't Speak" by No Doubt)
Girl: Wow. You're really good. So uuh, would you play me a special song?
Me: Yeah sure. What do you want me to play?
Girl: Anything. But lets go into a room, so it'll be, you know, really special.
(I do not get this hint. I was so stupid.)
Me: Why can't I just play it here? It's not gonna be any better in there!
Girl: Yes it will!
Me: I've played so many gigs and I know about room acoustics, no it won't!
(Jeez I was so naive and stupid.)
Girl: (Obviously frustrated) Will you please just humor me and get up and go?
Me: Ok I will. I'm only going though cause you entertained me and drank with me for the past hour. (Really I only got up because she was pretty hot and I was a sucker for any attractive chick.)

Next thing I know we're in some random room and she starts kissing me. I instantly get aroused. I was still so naively stupid I was wondering if I still had to play her a song. Next thing I know she is on her knees and I am getting fellatio, I recognized the great feeling and felt so relaxed. A drunken blur later we are both naked and lying on the bed. I was no longer that stupid and realized what was coming next

Me: Since you gave me an awesome blowjob, I gotta be honest with you. I'm still a virgin.
Girl: It's ok. Me too.
Me: Cool. It works out for the both of us.

We were both so drunk we were both horrible. We had to switch positions so many times cause we sucked at fucking. Eventually we figured out what to do and we both got off. It took awhile though because drunkenness makes me last so long. I pulled my damn calf from thrusting so much. We finally finished after 90 minutes and passed out on the bed. I no longer wanted to do anything with my life that involved abstinence.
I decided to try having sex at each of these gigs I played at. I was usually successful but I approached it all wrong, usually blatantly asking girls if they wanted "to bang." Why they did anyways is still puzzling to me.

From then on I nearly had sex at every party I went to. I avoided telling my friends because I tried to maintain the "good Catholic virgin" image. Only a handful of my friends knew I was not by my senior year, and most of them did not find out until they read my blog. I know I am definitely not one of those guys that falls under extreme attractiveness so I used my power of rhetoric to talk girls into dating or sleeping with me.

Lately though, I have been reading the stories of Tucker Max (check out his page at tuckermax.com) and decided to just sleep with girls and avoid serious relationships for awhile. I was at the gym the other day when I talked to a girl whom I had sex with the first night I was here at Ft. Polk. I did not know anything about this girl except that she was ok in bed.
She wanted to hang out, but I just wanted to have sex, so I told her to come by my room around 1 am, when everyone would be either sleeping or at the clubs and bars, thus avoiding the trouble of having a girl in my room after hours, which is against our unit policy. Fuck that policy. I even asked Sgt. Trenches when he would come by to inspect our rooms so I could boot her out before he comes by. He did not care if their was a girl in my room and instead congratulated me, but I still wanted her out of there. She surprisingly still came by and we had sex for almost three hours. It was awesome. I set my alarm for 7:30 and when it rang that morning, I told her to get dressed and leave. She complied with my orders and left! She would cease to surprise me that day.

I had plans to go to the movies with Trenches, Luigi, and some other people. So when she called me later that day and asked if we could hang out, I told her I had plans, but that she can come over my room later at night. I was feeling so tired from my workout that I missed the movie and feel asleep. When I woke up, it was 8 pm and people were right outside my hallway drinking, so I did not call her. Instead, I drank outside and was flirting with a married girl. This married girl was not attractive in uniform, but she looked damn good in her civlian clothes, and this was before I started drinking. After some tequila and coke we kept talking and she brought up the story about me spending time in a monastery when I was a kid and my prior decision to want to be a monk. She said, "You know, I heard how you wanted to be a monk and I couldn't think how someone who was as good looking as you would want to be abstinent for the rest of your life." She had inflated my ego and I no longer have self esteem issues with my looks. I explained to her how that was years ago and I no longer have the same desires, primarily due to sex. We continued to keep flirting when someone brought up that we should go to this lame club off post. I fucking hate clubs! I said I would not go, but a buddy from my platoon insisted I stop trying to be a barracks rat and go out. Then Married Girl suggested I go so I could be her arm candy. My ego was highly inflated and I decided to go. Halfway to the shitty Paradise Club I realized that Married Girl and I were flirting quite heavily. I did not want to be a jody. "What is a jody Mr. SenorNombre Airborne?" you may ask. A jody is the guy who sleeps with the girl who is married to a service member. This girl was married to a paratrooper at Ft. Bragg in North Carolina. I could not bring myself to jody a fellow airborne trooper. After all, the Airborne Creed says, "I will not fail a fellow paratrooper." Yes, I do know the Airborne Creed and quote it often. Fuck you if you cannot deal with that.

We get to the club and immediately start drinking. Married girl starts dancing around with some of the guys as I just sit and drink my beers and liquor. I hate dancing, mainly because I went to high school dances and it just did not appeal to me. Since all the chairs were taken, I leaned against this small stage with a stripper pole that was on one end of the small dance floor of this shitty club. Noticing how I was eyeing her the whole night, Married Girl comes over to me and starts grinding on me as I am leaned against the stage. It was incredible. I was pretty much getting a free lap dance. Throughout the night I find my hands are all over her body as Married Girl dances on me. I had not felt this kind of comfort with a girl for over a year; I was having a great time at a club. I was amazed. My buddy who drove us there ends up leaving us there because he promised to drive some other friends back on post, forgetting the car was full when we arrived. I told him not to worry and that I would call a cab. I was stranded with Married Girl. As we waited for the cab, Married Girl was fighting with her husband on the phone. I was getting worried; I wanted to have sex with her, bad, and I knew if in her state of angry, drunken beahvior, she had asked me to sleep with her, I would not be able to say no, and I would risk getting in trouble for sleeping with a married soldier, a serious offense in the military. Luckily, when we rode back with another buddy and we just hung out outside the barracks as she tried to cool down. After another pissed off phone call, Married Girl was tired and retreated inside to go to sleep; it was 3 in the morning after all. Our buddy said goodnight and I told her to fuck thinking about her idiot husband and get some rest. As I went back to my room, I was very horny and refused to retire the night with my hand and some porno. Then I remembered that I had not called the girl that I slept with the previous night. I called her and amazingly she was still awake, watching tv. I told her to come over, and she did! We had sex for almost two hours and she left after we showered because I told her she could not be in there while my sergeants did their daily room inspections. She gave me a kiss, said she would call or text me, and left. Why she still wants to see me is beyond me, but as long as I am having sex, I do not really care. This was just a small moment of reflection. I will probably keep having random sex until I find a girlfriend worthy enough for me to end my socially unaccepted behavior. As long as my friends keep encouraging me though, I will not change. And no, I do not want the gym girl to be my girlfriend. She is too dumb. I have standards dammit.


Have an airborne day,
565 Airborne out.