Also, this guy graduated from jump school in 1992. One year after Desert Storm? 9 years before the second Iraq war? Not trying to be rude, but what did he protect us from again?
I don’t have answers to any of these questions. I don’t talk to him about this stuff for obvious reasons.
Grenada? Panama? Other threats to our freedom? Anyone assigned to an Airborne division can go to jump school if they meet the requirements.
Also fuck you for making me realize 1992 was 30 years ago. I was thinking “so he went in the early 80s?
In fact, im grilling right now in honor of his 1992 jump school graduation. If he didn't graduate jump school then, present day would be unrecognizable
Holidays aside ... Watching the kids play sports is my favorite regular weekend activity, assuming the weather is decent. Seeing parents/grandparents voluntarilyskip sporting events just does not compute.
Have you ever considered that maybe those years were so quiet because the baddies knew jbr's FIL stood in the way?
He’s so high speed he went back in time. Also my only reference point to when Grenada was a throw away line from Harvey Birdman: Attorney At Law, which I thought was “Grenada; 93” but was apparently “Grenada; 83”
Not accurate at all. Went to Catholic school and never took a picture holding my dick. The priest held it for us.
Things that take longer to complete than than jump school: Dog training school CDL school Kindergarten Literally any academic program at my local community college, even the ones that are just a certificate Reading War and Peace
I see this as a missed opportunity to gain favor with the FIL, especially if you’re not that close. You could have gotten a cake from the local grocery store bakery, slapped happy anniversary, stuck an army man on top, and toasted him with a good drink and he probably would have loved you forever.
You’re obviously missing the point that this type of person will always find a new way to be miserable.
My 10 year anniversary of graduating boot camp is coming up and I expect you fuckers to do something real nice for me.
My brother and sil and sister and bil have kids involved in all sorts of shit and were very against any organized holiday thing. The parents threw a fucking fit. My sister said we will have pizza and subs and drinks on Saturday, take it or leave it. The parents begrudgingly showed up and pouted for awhile and eventually begrudgingly played cards against humanity and those twisted old fuckers about put themselves into the hospital laughing. Sometimes you gotta force those olds to take off the church khakis and have a drink.
The amount of pettiness it takes to steal run-of-the-mill selfishness’ thunder like that. Something to behold.
My uncle’s batshit crazy wife decided she was going to take pictures of everything at my other uncle’s wake/funeral/burial. No matter the event, she always puts on a show Experiencing this lady once every 5 or so years is more than enough for me