August 15, 2007

• Drill Weekend

  20 pullups
  100 crunchers
  20 min. 6 sec. on the 3-mile run

  
  

  = a PFT score of 287 points (out of a max of 300 pts)

  
  

  I knew working out like a madman (and lots of sex.  Ok I joke.) paid off at the end.  Beat my boot camp score of 282.  Booyakasha, silly Recruit!

  
  

  Immediately after the PFT, we get thrown into the gas chamber.  Nearing the end of the fiscal year equals to getting rid of all the CS pellets at once, which probably amounts to 20 pellets per round.  How much of that wonderful military-grade tear gas did we get to breathe in?  (hint: when tear gas crystals begin forming on your gas mask visors, I'm sure that poses some form of health risk in the long run.)

  
  

  I wish you all could see how attractive I looked after I shuffled out of the chamber with more snot coming out of my nose than my actual body mass.

  
  

  And thats my weekend in a nutshell.

  
  

  

  
  

   

  
  

   

  
  

   

  
  

   

  
  

   

  
  

  Oh and PS: getting into a random barfight with groomsmen from a wedding reception in front of the bride, bridesmaids, and the rest of the fraternity and sorority guests will NOT get you invited into their wedding party.  Neither is it a good idea for five drunk Marines to tackle 20 groomsmen at once.

  
  

  Fortunately though, that MCMAP stuff every Marine takes for granted does come in handy every once in a while.  And fratboys aren't exactly the most adept fighters.  We proudly emerged from the battle victorious, however at the cost of never being able to hook up with any of the available bridesmaids or beautiful guests.

  
  

  I am SO going to prison one of these days.

  
  

   

  
  

   

  
  

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  EDIT

  
  

  Didn't feel like starting a new entry since this pretty much coincides with drill weekend, but this is what happens when you're bored.

  
  

  

  
  

  Hurry up and wait, son.

  • 2:16 am
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