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Discussion in 'The Lounge' started by 76zimmer, Dec 30, 2006.
touch my stuff.............I kill ya....
Lighten up Francis......
frank the tank
HAAAAARRRRMY training sir!
We're all very different people. We're not Watusi, we're not Spartans, we're Americans. With a capital "A", huh? And you know what that means? Do you? That means that our forefathers were kicked out of every decent country in the world. We are the wretched refuse. We're the underdog. We're mutts.
Chicks dig me, because I rarely wear underwear and when I do it's usually something unusual. But now I know why I have always lost women to guys like you. I mean, it's not just the uniform. It's the stories that you tell. So much fun and imagination.
Lee Harvey, you are a madman. When you stole that cow, and your friend tried to make it with the cow. I want to party with you, cowboy. If the two of us together, forget it. I'm gonna go out on a limb here. I'm gonna volunteer my leadership to this platoon. An army without leaders is like a foot without a big toe. And Sergeant Hulka is always gonna be here to be that big toe for us. I think that we owe a big round of applause to our newest, bestest buddy, and big toe... Sergeant Hulka.
Ziskey: You could join a monastery.
Winger: Did you ever see a monk get wildly ****ed by some teenage girls?
Winger: So much for the monastery.
I watched that at my brothers the other night, along with the Blues Brothers, damn funny stuff right there.
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