the stuff dreams are made of

these responses remind me of the fun i had in nam. hahahahahahahahahahahhahahahahahahahahahahahhahaha. we used to invade the gooks base at night and when they're asleep catch them by the element of surprise. Firstly we'd put the c4 charges under their beds and wire the whole place, next we'd get the sergeant of the platoon geoff 'where's spuggie man down in the grove' off byker grove and get him to piss in the head gooks eyes. then he'd run out of there and by the time the gooks got up we'd trigger the whole place and bbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooommmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm. Then we used to go back to the camp fire for a good old sing song (normally jailhouse rock or eye of the tiger or the final countdown or viva las vegas some of the many songs which i wrote during my career as a nam vet). The slit eye bastards didn't have a chance hahaahhahaahahahahahahahahahahahahaha.

Fuck the gooks shaft em up the ass the only good gook is a dead one it's the final countdown

lots of love sergeant presley

P.S. the owner of this website obviously knows a good thing when he sees it. Keep up the good work and don't forget the balloon.