I'm dense. Can someone tell me what the feck is going on?
Son I'm just telling everyone some of my war stories but I sometimes get them mixed up with TV shows and video games that I play. My brain got a little messed up on account of that time I got a big ole rock thrown at my head in damn. That damn Vietman Nazi motherfucking must have been waiting up in that tree for hours. I walked buy and sumbitch threw the rock and hit me right in the head. Stupid bastard didn't realize I had a helmet on. It sure hurt a lot but I was real pissed and I just looked up and shot him right out of that tree.
i have an idea phitz. get the mafia to kill me. then replace out and i'll replace in and take your role. i really wanted a post restriction.
I don't have a PR or whatever in the hell you guys call them now. I just felt like talking about some of my stories back from 'Nam. I took out two of them fucking Commie Bastards with a single bullet this one time. Oh man I wish you had been able to see the looks on their faces.
One of my better moments but not my best. I'm sure I'll be sharing lots of them because this strange man has informed me that if I stop telling my stories he's gonna kill me. Some sort of post restriction I think he called it? Oh that's what a PR stands for! Sorry the brain is still a little scrambled from 'Nam.
Big_Man I don't like that attitude you have there. I had a guy like that in my squad in 'Nam and you know what happened to him? He became a dentist after the war. So think about that next time you want to start this shit with me.
Oh I see how it is nobody wants to go talk to the "crazy" war vet from Vietnam. I'm crazy like this because that bastard hit me with a rock. It aint my fault I got this injury stopping the spread of Communism. Instead of this fucking hostility from Big Man I would like some god damn appreciation.