Tired of being underappreciated and manipulated by powerful "others," you fight back. Though possesssing a cold, violent outside, you have a soft, sentimental inside. You love your partner, you cherish family heirlooms, and you want nothing more than to be geniunely happy — but you don’t mind having to kill a couple of nimrods who happen to clutter your path.
Take the Which Pulp Fiction Character Are You? quiz.
May 31, 2005
May 30, 2005
May 29, 2005
memorial day is when the average american gets a day off for a barbeque.
when i lived in maryland i really liked seeing all of the bikers on the road as part of ‘rolling thunder’. somewhere near 400k bikers descend on dc to make sure that congress does not forget about the MIAs.
but i’m going to steer clear of that before i get classified as a milblogger.
san antonio is trying to get a bond passed to start a soccer team here.
let’s get a few things straight. i enjoy watching the world cup, but couldn’t really give a shit less about soccer the rest of the time. i do have an official ajax team jersey i wear around on occasion. but that’s just because no one else knows what it is.
May 23, 2005
say hello to my uncle junior. this is a pic, of an old pic. aaron arthur junior lives up in oklahoma now.
May 22, 2005
May 17, 2005
for whatever reason, God has seen fit to strike this woman with breast cancer.
May 16, 2005
1898. The big guy front and center is captain, soon to become Admiral Gottfried. oh, the pic was taken in hong kong
this is myself and my two sisters, eva and jennifer.
funny how those glasses came back around in style.
evidentally this may be a serious possibility. but it is just way too funny. i can hear vicente fox threatening lawsuits in the hague already!
he can fuck himself by the way.
when the minuteman project went to the border with cellphones, he sent soldiers.
so all y’all liberals remember, mexico armed the border first.
May 15, 2005
first weekend back from gitmo. baghdad is looking much more definite. i’ve been gone for near three months and spring is coming to san antonio. and that means it’s lawn care time.
i bought my house at the end of last october. it was sodded then. so my grass has NEVER been cut. not ’til this last weekend that is.
and when madame butterfly quit, and was getting escorted from the building (we do that). i teased her about her new job status.