There is an inverse relationship between what someone has accomplished while in the military and how much they brag about it after they get out.
Yep. The only time I even mention my service is when it’s relevant to the conversation (it rarely is). I’ve known people for years that don’t know I was in.
I have a friend who is a pretty good guy generally, but he mentions that he was in the Marines within 5 minutes of meeting someone. He washed out less than a month after boot camp because someone accidentally made his trick knee jump through a hoop.
He wears the jacket so that people don’t assume that walking a couple of corgies means he is secure in his masculinity.
It was either this or the one that says “my other corgi is a pitbull”
I’ve just never understood that whole concept. I have a penis, I consider myself a man. Anyone looking at me would assume I was a man. Why do I need to prove it?
Having a penis isn’t even a requirement, since even homophobes have to admit that someone losing their penis to injury is still a man.
Once the penis requirement is out of the way, being a man just comes down to presentation and self identity.
What the fuck did you just fucking say about me, you little bitch? I’ll have you know I graduated top of my class in the Corgi Seals, and I’ve been involved in numerous secret raids on Al-Cat-a, and I have over 300 confirmed kills. I am trained in german shepherd warfare and I’m the top sniper in the entire US canine forces. You are nothing to me but just another treat. I will wipe you the fuck out with pawcision the likes of which has never been seen before on this Earth, mark my fucking words. You think you can get away with saying that shit to me over the Internet? Think again, fucker. As we speak I am contacting my secret network of staffies across the USA and your IP is being traced right now so you better prepare for the storm, cat-boy. The storm that wipes out the pathetic little thing you call your life. You’re fucking dead, kid. I can have zoomies anywhere, anytime, and I can kill you in over seven hundred ways, and that’s just with my bare paws. Not only am I extensively trained in unarmed combat, but I have access to the entire arsenal of the United States Kennel Club and I will use it to its full extent to wipe your miserable ass off the face of the continent, you little bad-dog. If only you could have known what unholy retribution your little “catty” comment was about to bring down upon you, maybe you would have worn your fucking cone. But you couldn’t, you didn’t, and now you’re paying the price, you goddamn idiot. I will shit all over you and you will drown in it. You’re fucking dead, kiddo.
Gravy Seal
Conservatives forget that they aren’t the only ones that applies to. They think all the people they want to hurt are just going to lay down and let it happen despite violent histories of all stripes among those demographics.
They think no leftists are into guns because leftists have other things going on other than making “guns” their entire personality.
I know some leftists who fit the ammosexual definition. The right just ignores their existence though.
Those are trained attack corgis. They may look cute, but their itty bitty widdle teefies can rip apart your throat if you so much as look at them wrong. When you’re watching their little fluffy butts when they walk, they just see you as a target. Just today’s hit. One signal, one word - and it’s over. You’ve been mauled to death by adorable attack sausages.
Alert: 33x Manhunting Corgis
The amount of times my colony died to a 33x manhunting {seemingly harmless creature}. Strength in numbers is really something.
Yeah right, fucking bunnies and turtles. Worst case just disallow going outside, your colony should have a perimeter anyways.
