Posted: 12/3/2008 5:07:32 PM EDT
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You do know a blue falcon in .mil terms (at least in the Air Force) means you're a buddy fucker right? Someone who will screw over their friends... Not ragging you, just an FYI. Yeah, it means that in the real military, too. Seriously, I picked the screen name because I had just walked past a sign on the door to the MWR shack whining about someone being a blue falcon and it was the first thing that popped into my mind. I thought it would be funny and kind of an in joke. Never really occured to me how it might affect my chances in the EE.
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You do know a blue falcon in .mil terms (at least in the Air Force) means you're a buddy fucker right? Someone who will screw over their friends... Not ragging you, just an FYI. Yeah, it means that in the real military, too. Seriously, I picked the screen name because I had just walked past a sign on the door to the MWR shack whining about someone being a blue falcon and it was the first thing that popped into my mind. I thought it would be funny and kind of an in joke. Never really occured to me how it might affect my chances in the EE. ![]() Wait AF is not .mil? Fuck, I spent all that time in the desert for nothing? |
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Looks good. 9/10. 1 point is pending on your beer selection. I guess I'll have to admit the beer is Budweiser. It was cold and wet, but if I had my druthers it would have been Henry Weinhardt's Private Reserve or Kilt Lifter. Oh, and the Serbu's not ours. |
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Looks good. 9/10. 1 point is pending on your beer selection. I guess I'll have to admit the beer is Budweiser. It was cold and wet, but if I had my druthers it would have been Henry Weinhardt's Private Reserve or Kilt Lifter. Oh, and the Serbu's not ours. Sammich, fries, Bud, sounds good to me. 10. |
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For some inexplicable reason my wife loves the shit out of me. She made me a triple decker sandwich with bacon, sharp Tilamook cheddar cheese, pastrami, red onion, tomato, spicy mustard, toasted wheat bread and probably a shit ton of other good stuff that I didn't even notice through my lipid induced stupor. Oh and steak fries with Tony Cahchere's Creole seaoning salt. Holy fucking shit balls was it good. Yeah, I know, there's no napkin so that's like 6 gallons of fail in a 4 gallon bucket slopping fail all over everything else, but hey, I got sleeves, right? http://i144.photobucket.com/albums/r183/chopinbloc/DSCF0024-1.jpg ETA: It occured to me that I would be remiss if I didn't post a picture of said wife. http://i144.photobucket.com/albums/r183/chopinbloc/DSC00396.jpg That sandwich is fuckin win, and your wife looks like a totally kick-ass woman. Her hair is awesome. |

