See, the hardest thing was leaving the life. And we were treated like movie stars with muscle.We had it all, just for the asking...And now its all over. And that's the hardest part. Today, everything is different. There's no action. I have to wait around like everyone else. I'm an average nobody. I get to live the rest of my life like a schnook.
The only exception for clear alcohol is moonshine. Drinking homemade liqour from a recipe made to spite the government is pretty manly and capitalistic to me.
Despite growing up in hillbilly Virginia, I had a Hoosier dad and Cali mom, so Sir/Ma’am was only heard from cashiers and waiters. I was shocked the first time I heard my freshman year roommate refer to his parents like that. My Mom assured me that was very common, but I get why that may throw you off the first time. I also get where it could refer to age cuz some Army wives I’ve hung with hated it too, despite being from Texas and their husbands having served for 20 years.
So basically the first five minutes of Idiocracy
And being stationed an hour from Syracuse, unless the house party scene is the stuff of legend, the bar scene is overrated for a #1.
Wonder how much Kansas State and Virginia Tech’s survival was helped by getting good at football?
The only exception for clear alcohol is moonshine. Drinking homemade liqour from a recipe made to spite the government is pretty manly and capitalistic to me.
Gotta be more specific on the Jeep. Noone puts a bike rack on a Wrangler.
Best kept secret career has got to be a pharmacist. Median entry-level income is $110,000, and the market’s growing.
You haven’t lived til you’re at a shooting range and the Army wont let you use the woods, and the trough is full of frozen pee
Number 12 is especially true after growing up with both parents having a PhD in entomology.
For #2, to avoid your shirt untucking itself, invest the $10 or so on a pair of shirt stays http://www.amazon.co.uk/Shirt-Stays-Garters-Socks-Straight/dp/B003YHNA1C. Tip I learned in military school.
Love the list, minus something about team entrances, but Enter Sandman is hard to beat. Though it was the lovely Erin Andrews back in McGannon’s day.
Despite growing up in hillbilly Virginia, I had a Hoosier dad and Cali mom, so Sir/Ma’am was only heard from cashiers and waiters. I was shocked the first time I heard my freshman year roommate refer to his parents like that. My Mom assured me that was very common, but I get why that may throw you off the first time. I also get where it could refer to age cuz some Army wives I’ve hung with hated it too, despite being from Texas and their husbands having served for 20 years.
I feel your pain on that one, though it’s also weird when your hometown and college’s town is the same thing.