Good day all. I hope you are having a wonderful day doing whatever it is that you are doing. If you are in the Air Force, I have no doubt that you are in fact not doing a damn thing. I have never met a more useless bunch of scrubs in my life. At first,I thought the Air Force recruiting office took it upon themselves to fill their ranks with a plethora of down syndrome infected beings, however, upong further investigation, I've decided accusing the millions of innocent people ailed by this unfortunate condition would be insulting to the intelligence of mentally handicapped community. Furthermore, to poke fun at those living with this condition would be disrepectful and would undervalue a section of the community that is a constant inspiration for millions of Americans.
This is not the case for the Air Force. What a bunch of lazy fucking retards. What does the Air Force Master Seargent say to anyone else in the military?
"Coffee? Yes please, but can you walk a mile down an African street in 115 degree weather to get it for me?"
I've got an idea, how about you log off of facebook for 10 minutes and GET IT YOUR FUCKING SELF!
Heaven forbid one of these cats have to move out from behind a desk for anything other than pissing and shitting. Which brings me to my next point: The Air Force can't read! Please refer to the following example for explanation.
This sign is posted up on the office bathroom door," Please use for number one only."
Simple enough right? The basic idea is to keep the office smelling nice. There's a head across the street designated for dropping a deuce. Besides, it get really hot here and nothing is worse than the smell of putrid, rotting fecal matter, except when it's the smell of putrid, rotten fecal matter baking at 100 degrees. Which brings me back to my original point. Here goes lazy bitch ass mother fucker number one to drop a big number two in an office the size of hallway. Thanks a lot you well-educated prick. Hey wildfire, I'm rooting for you.
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