I used to be a regular SomethingAwful goon, or at least a lurking goon, as I never posted.
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So I was sitting there eating nachos and drinking soda when the guy showed up. He then went over and ordered a beer. I was actually ased here after AIT. The other two hundred are supposed to be along in the next few months. The cookie is used to store the user consent for the cookies in the category "Other.
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The building I was looking at was old, white, and covered with snow. Cookie Settings Accept.
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E-4, but he looked about nine thousand years old. The cookie is used to store the user consent for the cookies in the category "Analytics". These cookies help provide information on metrics the of visitors, bounce rate, traffic source, etc. Functional cookies help to perform certain functionalities like sharing the content of the website on social media platforms, collect feedbacks, and other third-party features. Other uncategorized cookies are those that are being analyzed and have not been classified into a category as yet.
I had on my nice, shiny E-2 rank, awarded for excellence during training at AIT, and was all giddy and proud of myself. Others Others.
Advertisement Advertisement. I was the only one on the bus, and the driver had laughed viciously when he slammed the door to the bus and roared off in a cloud of diesel fumes.
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It looked vaguely familiar, and there was a path carved through the snow, which went from three feet where I was standing, to over my head. No biggee, I ed up to avoid a nightly ass-pounding in jail. Manage consent.
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Three rapid-fire explosions shook the trees and caused flakes of snow to drift down from their nearly-bare branches. Necessary Necessary. These cookies will be stored in your browser only with your consent. She commented on my wedding ring, telling me that post housing is at a premium, and the nearest town is a little over four miles from post.
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Do not sell my personal information. I silently followed him outside and into a Chevy Blazer, which he fired up, and we pulled out in the streets. The cookie is used to store the user consent for the cookies in the category "Performance". He sat down across from me, cracked open the beer, took a long pull off of it and then belched. Sighing, I grabbed my duffle out of the snow and headed through the carved snow channel to the building. These cookies track visitors across websites and collect information to provide customized. It does not store any personal data. Necessary cookies are absolutely essential for the website to function properly.