Unrapturous
The nutballs got it wrong. Again. And what do the nutballs have to say for themselves?
Yes, that's the first thing I think when the world doesn't end in mass death and fiery destruction: "How disappointing."
(No really; I've been hoping for it for years now -- usually on Monday mornings.)
"You can imagine we're pretty disappointed..."
Yes, that's the first thing I think when the world doesn't end in mass death and fiery destruction: "How disappointing."
(No really; I've been hoping for it for years now -- usually on Monday mornings.)
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You really think you could get out of work that easy. Well la ti da. The world ended, we still have to make the deadlines. Put on the damn space suit and get the estimate for what's left of the job. Think your drill Sergeant would let you slack off just because the ground is missing?
We didn't have Drill Sergeants.
What did you have?
Curmudgeon is being curmudgeonly. The Marine Corps likes to be Special, so all the standard terminology gets changed slightly. I'm afraid it's one of the less endearing qualities of my beloved Corps.
The Marine Corps calls them Drill Instructors instead of Drill Sergeants. There's no functional difference: they're all barely-restrained, sadistic psychotics who aren't fit for polite company. But they serve a very important purpose, so we tolerate them.
As long as Curmudgeon is acting in character it's all good. And out of respect to the Marine Corps I don't mind learning the distinction. Of course you've probably pointed it out to me before so can't guarantee the functionality of my memory but I'll do my best.
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