Freaking Poon Boy

Nothing interesting really happened today.

The highlight of the day was when my XO told me not to sing any punk songs, especially anti-establishment songs in front of any brass(officers).

I also almost passed out from trying not to cuss out an incompetent private; so many cuss words and insults were trying to come out that I held my breath too long.



This made me laugh for awhile. It's from Linda's blog(Civ1's girlfriend).

"Gabe introduces me as his 'female' to his co-workers instead of his gf."



I hope all the fat guys break their backs on tomorrow's jump.





Have an airborne day,
565 Airborne, out.