Stop The War; but what war am I fighting?

Saturday, June 10, 2006

53.

Boy, I really think you have something to prove to me. Try to prove that you're better than me. And it wont even matter to me if you really are.
You brag about your premature NS life when you got absolutely no idea what I exactly go through in my NS. Yet think that what you've done is the most dangerous and exclusive things ever. Hey I dont care about it as well.
And you think I'm overly overpaid. I get really irritated when people say this. You just dont know how's life in a fire station, and what it all means when the bell rings. You just dont know boy. You just dont.
And dont you ever dare say I have never shot a rifle before. Well, I did it wayyy before you, my boy. And I'd gladly switch the 'oh-so-cool' rifle which shoots bullets for a simple nozzle which sprays the everyday water that you bathe in. Its a much more rewarding thing to do.

Save some face, you know you've only got one.
Change your ways while you're young.
Boy, one day you'll be a man.




So okay. What was this post for again?

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