- 14 years old:I’m young but I know what I want. This isn’t that hard, I’m all grown up already and have everything figured out.
- 17 years old:Well, this is a little harder than I thought. School is almost ending. What am I going to do with my life?
- 21 years old:What the fuck is going on? Where are my socks?
i don’t know why but insults paired with really suburban names crack me up
"suck a dick, craig"
"fight me, helen"
"see you in hell, bernard"
As a sniper I was not usually the victim of a traumatic event, but the perpetrator of violence and death. My actions in combat would have been more acceptable to me if I could cloak myself in the belief that the whole mission was for a greater good. Instead, I watched as the purpose of the mission slowly unraveled.
Excerpt; During my combat tour I never saw the Iraqis as “savages.” They were a friendly culture who believed in hospitality, and were sometimes positive to a fault. The people are proud of their history, education system and national identity. I have listened to children share old-soul wisdom, and I have watched adults laugh and play with the naiveté of schoolboys. I met some incredible Iraqis during and after my deployment, and it is shameful to know that the movie has furthered ignorance that might put them in danger.
…As a sniper I was not usually the victim of a traumatic event, but the perpetrator of violence and death. My actions in combat would have been more acceptable to me if I could cloak myself in the belief that the whole mission was for a greater good. Instead, I watched as the purpose of the mission slowly unraveled.
I served in Iraq from 2004 to 2005. During that time, we started to realize there were no weapons of mass destruction, the 9/11 commission report determined that Iraq was not involved in the terrorist attacks on the World Trade Center, false sovereignty was given to Iraq by Paul Bremer, the atrocities at Abu Ghraib were exposed, and the Battle of Fallujah was waged.
The destruction I took part in suddenly intersected with news that our reasons for waging war were untrue. The despicable conduct of those at Abu Ghraib was made more unforgivable by the honorable interactions I had with Iraqi civilians, and, together, it fueled the post-traumatic stress I struggle with today.
soldiers speaking out like this is pretty rare. dont ignore this post.
i don’t know why but insults paired with really suburban names crack me up
"suck a dick, craig"
"fight me, helen"
"see you in hell, bernard"
cuz it sounds like some vanilla soccer mom getting pissed off at the office party or neighborhood bake sale
"you can shove that yellow cake straight up your ass, linda"
"but officer they were fucking with my clique"
My masterpiece of a tweet
alright, put the money in the bag….
PUT IT IN
umm, you’re facing the wrong way, sir
oh hahahahahaha
ALRIGHT, GIVE ME THE MONEY
when ur with the crew and ur mom walks by
Everything i like is either illegal, expensive or not textin me back
goals for 2015:
1. let country music die 2. let country music die 3. let country music die 4. let country music die 5. let country music die 6. let country music die 7. let country music die 8. let country music die
moment of silence for high schoolers going back to school tomorrow
please help us
it’s not about your boobs ladies. it’s about what’s under your boobs. your lungs, because we are gonna be blazing a lot of kush and you need to keep up.
me trying to write a conclusion to my paper
I am either the best girlfriend or the worst
Damn. Went from can i fuck you to can you fuck me

