I miss the lack of responsibility the most..no meetings no saluting..no war...I miss the Soviet Union..I miss Vermont and walking to class in two feet of snow.. i miss working in bar..slinging drinks..talking to chicks...no bills.....worring onl;y about class and making sure i got to the gym...I miss only worrying about 3 other marines...about being able to say what i want..not watching how i act..I miss the United States..i miss people who don't smell..cold weather...good food..nice people..i miss Fenway Park and Boston.. i miss Italian food..real pizza ...I miss the NFL channel and NFL sunday countdown.. i miss my dogs.....I miss the smell of a book store or a pretty girl.....I miss the bordom of traffic ......I'd say my wife but we're divorcing...but nothing is to good for the American taxpayer....ok enough.. GO PATS
damm man sorry to hear, do you at least get the dog?
I ge the "bad" dog..my retreiver..the one who terrorized u on the island. She gets our lab..he's the good dog..plus the cat..not bad. Its amicable so no BS court authorized visit crap.. I get o see my son when ever ......We sold our house..made good money because of the base expansion where I am at.. all in all..besides actually divorcing not bad.
I miss knocking the SNOT outta tightends or wide receivers coming into my zone in pass coverage
or
the running back who's cutting back into me and doesn't know i'm there 'til.....SMACK!!!!
or
big hits from college football in general. what an outlet of aggression. i mean, where else can you totally Tee off on someone and it's legal?
but most of all...
I miss my dad. :'( I wish I could see him hold my children just one time. I wish he were there standing next to me the day I got married. I wish he could see what his little boy has become, because of his tireless sacrifices and loving heart. I wish he were here so I could confide in him the things that a man goes through in marriage, in life in general. I miss his guidance. I miss my dad something awful.
i miss the days when all it took to get laid was a six pack of zima and wait for the highscool to let out
i miss the days when all it took to get laid was a six pack of zima and wait for the highscool to let out
sometimes i miss the English ways dearly.....
ok i get all estrogenish as the ashes get close and i'm the ONLY one of my group excited about it :( all my friends are American football playing white doods..
i miss tea time...i miss crumpets..i miss afternoon naps...i miss being able to talk about Enid Blyton...i miss the original narnia...i miss the famous five...i miss faulty towers...i miss never seeing the magic faraway tree.....i miss someone screaming howazzzat on a crisp september morning...i miss getting a beating from my mates ....i miss wearing my blazer in the winter...i miss my all boys high school where you'd get beaten up on a daily basis but we were all brothers...i miss being flattered at the sight of a girl just smiling at ya.. ....i miss jodphurs...i miss the smell of horse early in the morning.....i miss highway..my horsey friend..i miss the smell of salt when i used to ride on the beach.....i miss sitting in dusty classrooms where you could see chalk dust in a beam of sunlight, where the fan would chill you to the bone and you'd get the feeling of having done something wrong even when you had not...i miss how i'd go sit in the park and smoke cigrattes and drink cheap wine when it snowed and just listen to the loud silence...i miss Mr hepworth with his steel grey eyes and halting speech , "pray what do you think i should do ya" he'd always ask me...i miss that... :(
you need to stop hanging outside the high school looking to ply the girls with your weak choice of drinks...:)f.ck off, lol
I miss the minute I lost readin this.
I miss woten................... ........................ ....................like testicular atrophy ;D
Sir Douchebag has been banned again, eh?
That didn't take long.
highscool chicks used to love zima. it's a fact. ask your sister
Is that what my brother told you? I don't have a sister, fag. hahaha
wait that kind of makes your brother gay too but i guess its your joke tell it whatever way works.
I miss knocking the SNOT outta tightends or wide receivers coming into my zone in pass coverage
or
the running back who's cutting back into me and doesn't know i'm there 'til.....SMACK!!!!
or
big hits from college football in general. what an outlet of aggression. i mean, where else can you totally Tee off on someone and it's legal?
but most of all...
I miss my dad. :'( I wish I could see him hold my children just one time. I wish he were there standing next to me the day I got married. I wish he could see what his little boy has become, because of his tireless sacrifices and loving heart. I wish he were here so I could confide in him the things that a man goes through in marriage, in life in general. I miss his guidance. I miss my dad something awful.
wait that kind of makes your brother gay too but i guess its your joke tell it whatever way works.
I don't give a shit. As long as I'm laughing at somebody.
Wow. Same here. We used to watch NFL Crunch Course before every game. I miss hitting and getting hit. Nothing like planting your shoulder in the chest of D-Linemen who outweighs you by about 40 or 50 pounds. I miss clocking those pansies who play in the secondary and try to avoid contact. I miss hitting a middle linebacker so hard one time that my eyes crossed and I had to leave the field for a play. ;D I miss all those TDs my RBs scored because I opened a hole at the goal line. I miss all those de-cleater blocks, including hits on special teams (where the real men play). Hey preseason starts this weekend!!!!
Miss my dad too. He was best friend. He never got to see my youngest. My son (no. 3) looks just like him.
Special team are for the scrubs...... ;D
8)
The teams that put their starters on special teams are usually the ones with the winning records. ;)
Special teams!!! Now you're talking my language, bro!!! Indeed, remember running down the field FULL-SPEED and crashing the wedge or blasting the wedge-buster? C-R-A-C-K!!!! Dag I miss those days man. I remember those days as a fb in high-school. Crushed many a lb or noseguard. But I can't lie, Beach. Nothing was better than stuffing a full-back in the hole and causing havoc in the backfield. Sometimes, the fullback would get pushed back so quick and brutally, the rb would fumble the hand-off, or the qb got his hand crushed. And I reciprocate that feeling of hitting someone 40-50lbs heavier, but it was usually the pulling guard trying to reach block me, or coming at me on a con-power block (guard & tackle pull same direction). Those collisions were the best! Dude, I remember having collisions that were so brutal, I couldn't see the sidelines to call the next defensive play for me. Would have to get someone else in the huddle to call the defense, and PRAY that my vision would come back before the next play was snapped. :) Those were the days, man!!!! ;D
So you know exactly how much I'm missing my dad. I can only imagine what it does to you to see your dad in your little boy. Sorry, bro. Rest assured though, we'll see our dads again. ;)
I miss the GLORY YEARS of the 49ers.
I miss the Montana/Rice and Young/Rice TD throws.
I miss number 42 going over the middle and knocking the shit out of people.
I miss living on the islands in the middle of the Pacific Ocean.
I miss the clear blue water at 75 degress celcius.
I miss dancing every other night at Polynesian shows and getting paid to do it.
I miss drumming on wooden tuetes to awesome beats of Tahiti.
I miss watching the girls undress and redress for the next dance.
I miss watching them shake their hips in high speed.
I miss having those hips on my lap. ;D
I miss having to hide a boner after they danced a sexy Sasa.
I miss boning on the beach at night.
Umm Joe... 75 degrees celcius is plenty hot. I think it's like 182 degrees fahrenheit or somewhere close. :-\
Helas...Oscar Wilde..
To drift with every passion till my soul
Is a stringed lute on which all winds can play,
Is it for this that I have given away
Mine ancient wisdom, and austere control?
Methinks my life is a twice-written scroll
Scrawled over on some boyish holiday
With idle songs for pipe and virelay,
Which do but mar the secret of the whole.
Surely there was a time I might have trod
The sunlit heights, and from life's dissonance
Struck one clear chord to reach the ears of God:
Is that time dead? lo! with a little rod
I did but touch the honey of romance --
And must I lose a soul's inheritance?