In the Army Now - The joy of the Armed ForcesI've never been a soldier. I was an air cadet once, but that mostly involved sitting in a mouldy hut learning about aeroplane engines with the hint that one day we might go flying.
Yet, anyone who has spent time defending their nation, or at least drinking bromide-laced-tea for their nation, must have stories to tell. Tell them now.
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chthonic, Thu 23 Mar 2006, 18:26)
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This happened to me whilst pooingI was sitting there making a poo when my eyes went all fucking misty and I drifted off somewhere and began contemplating the life cycle of a shite.
How it starts out as food and then commences on it's journey into the mouth and down the throat and wherever it goes after that. The arse I think.
I mused briefly on the next stage of the voyage - the shittening. Out it comes for a bit of a swim and then down the pipe where it is transported to Bethlehem to float around in the ether dispensing good vibes and stuff.
The profundity of this dwelt on my mind for a couple of seconds before I realised the irony of the fact that I had just completed my shit successfully. It then occurred to me that this wasn't even ironic at all.
I got up and wiped myself down and wandered off crying cos I didnt know what irony was.
Fuck off.
(, Wed 29 Mar 2006, 18:09, Reply)
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