i VEHICLE (on) land From the passengers side, nothing but grit seen, grit in the First. It could be seen, past a shifter by way of a lapseated Zeuss crying out, alarmed, Detective McClane’s name while twin-state liquid ordinance mixed as MARS’l’oC’ed spear thrust into Venus, withdrawn hoverboard amid voice in the rear bellowed, “call!” […]Read More By Black, Robert L. USMC
“The Dragonshire is not joke, colonial. Let me tell you.”It was already daytime.Read More Snakewatch! Of course I cheated. It was a gameshow! F*** youuuuu hey Dad uuuuuu!
To communicate to silicon transmuting information to intelligence once waves return to us preparing a path and requiting our knowledge to precede our march onto a shadow of what he has made, I know we will liaison with our equals in aspiration and scope, than compartmentalize whilst making our intent benevolent and known, and in […]Read More Remember. To forgive us all for spacedogs. Seriously, the American public screwed the …you know.
“Instructor Reno. Do you smoke?” He said nothing. “Fools. Tadpoles. Recruits?” “Yes, please,” he responded, then, “second thought: save the first.” “How droll, sir.”Read More Nightstick
By: Stephen King?Read More 11/22/63
“C’mon, come on, you Futurama disenchantment,” I muttered to myself, “get up there you big metal rabbit!” “Don’t worry,” said the First Commandant’s shining example of what it means to fight, and stand up for something, Sherman Gillums Jr. “Mardi Gras.” Who was the actor I was going to hire to cast the man who […]Read More The Falcon is in the air!
“What do you mean you all live in Uncle Cliff’s Great tree house, in big bear!” “Tree houses for young Marines, Big Bears.” “We do.” “Fairy tale design. By Westermann & Grimm Amp and whispers; co.” “Stage. Coach!” “Swim Week.” 1939 6 LONG YEARS LATER 1945 TEAM-5 I’M ALIVE TEAM-4 SOFTBALL “The malingerer, a Marine […]Read More Edge of The World High School, Team Dragon says, and I mean this, Oxygen. Sometimes
“Heyyy,” said the voice, “Rhea.” He was sharply interrupted. By the actor the Deputy Undersecretary of the Department of Justice decided to hire for this schtick. Walking silly, in the prone, I did my own job. “Army of Two, at least. Sir, Convicts! Face paint. War!” Black Blizzard, by ICP (Victory over Japan day? I […]Read More The pretty feet Robert! You must fondle them. Only after J.J. and Jeff, then you must conquer Arcadia, then Waverace 64. Then cleanse the sunwell pay. Roof!
Most urgent Jones to kid; marriages are NOT as waffles Jimmy, wear commitment at breakfast with the best pilot I can assign your doom. Clark. Dumb, but worthless CW (Me!) who “won’t touch that dial” because “dials can operate with mittens” they (70 wife) they look at track listins’ (rural capitol) and only listen to […]Read More Climax
“He is right.” “Goodbye, evil Bill.” “Goodbye, Evil Ted.” Tyler Gray at sixty Jackson paces, Old hickory, forcing them to reenact a two part role from a Bogus Journey, and at a distance. At Gunpoint and bequest of some corpse. “Yes, I’d wager,” said Alfredo Hickman, “this is not funny. “Who snarked! Wait one, as […]Read More Station
PLUS + CHECK PLUSH “Bee-Kay?” “British. Kni!” “Dance!” “Sir yes, sir!” SIX LATER “You’re a patriot.” “Silver.” Call me what you want. Black and ugly, but you can’t convince me this O-course for chumps see biggest city I got you don’t love me dirty word Beverly Hills cop three “Back. Greene side. Tally. Tom!”Read More TL; DARE DIE! DOS. Rally Sport. Frost ex commo
386 w/ CO processor Cameron’s Lucasarts “This off the wire. Get back here, pawn! A letter, signed by Xi Majesty Cosmonometer!” “Wholly unfundamentals,” said M, “fumble, by Herb Thomas, by-” “Belay! Elaborate.” “Brickhands Touchdown.” We were in the house. Cousins. “Cold blooded,” I said to black snake sleeping bag aboard ISS SUBMARINER LA TRIUMPH US, […]Read More Here Lies. Truth: Starting Ed Helms as Lincoln
Cameron’s CAIRO George Lucas knows his dog in the passenger seat? SAS says any idiot can fly! “Think of it,” we stood high above the valley, “a troglidyte and his Anglaphile friend.” I declined. “Precisely! Maybe, in history they were not,” he continued, “but the wookies are man’s best friend. Who knows. Canines!” “Oh my […]Read More Universal BTTF Opening Scrawl
2006 “Wait one, Black.” “How am I looking?” The MP said nothing. Then: “It’ll be a while.” Regs. I laid put my fantasy powerpoint, from Camaro. Back to Basix. Come ova tonight. Were those dudes making fun of my adolence! Fucking Jive. Jive! Britney’ll always be Britney. Bitch. “…and that was my first touchless. I […]Read More Truth or Dare: True Lies
BOOM! “Don’t call me anything but Razorwire, Support Actual, or O’Neill!” 72 later WRITE YOUR OWN PERFORMANCE REVIEW* As a football-bat, conjured by the Navy Department, blustering in like the “The Party,” blustering interference, white adi das smarmily laced across feet filled with hopeful whimsy, his head, to kick a PAT during the soccer match. […]Read More The Vegabond. Veteran. Phweoooaet! Two, that you did not see. You are alive while they consume. Beef paddy
Light-hearted greeting: “Hey.” *** Google Glass creepypasta: “I’m spectating AR on American Beauty right now and the teenager’s breast that appear are so much more attractive to me than the other girl’s which through concealment challenge my breastaural depth-of-vision may I photograph you in-shoe?”Read More Taunt: Practice Taya greeting (Windfury)
Whenever an opposing snake is videorecorded 19 days after being but not far, emphasize “No! I do not own the snake! Yes. I have been bitten!” Verbatim.Read More Secret: Snake Trap
Jelly, against his own medical, advice had a commission thrust upon and thus Jelly’s Jaguars seeing as they compulsively had found no cats and also gambled offduty canine-doing-as-pleases became Jelly’s Jacks We’re Better. As in “Of course they’ll pay for the bombs. For us. The whole Betty!” “Five minutes before we drop. Bet?” “Bet!” There […]Read More I spent a night with these apes
“Choose wisely.” Not-the-cup-of-Christ. Sinful chalice of Desiccation. “Choose!” Knight-no-trousers.Read More You must choose!
“Now, you won’t ‘touch that dial’ because ‘dials can operate with mittens’ they, says your 1970’s wife, they ‘look at track listins’ and’ since she’s from the rural capitol California, insists you ‘only listen to Professors because, those have checks will perfect AAA.’” “Plus Raven’s pretzels and know George how to tame Martha. Quartz mine. […]Read More Where Solicitors Congregate
Upon promotion early in his career “Devil Without a Cause,” was years; rank sound. Kid “Bob” Rock, this was two-to-three star leap caused by mother via killing being a hell of a hoot. He like brawling Nacho’d known to rollRead More Sir, no! Did you get a hair cut. What’s with these bodies and new lake
You see just like that, a movie, God’s hand reaches down and you don’t know why. Or you do! Heart on your sleeves don’t know, but yours is rank. The others learn they have nothing, or leather the entire timeRead More The Chaplain, MCRD asks you! Do you even know what a Miracle is or why
To communicate to silicone transmuting information to intelligence once waves return to us preparing a path and requiting our knowledge to precede our march onto a shadow of what he has made our intent benevolent; our potential astonishing and our relentlessly out-of-context-to-scale timeline tempered by the peace held in every square meter and each atom […]Read More This Looks Legit! Paynow
“Mine. Chains. His. Airwinger. Flyboy. Mine. Mine, star and of course BlackJack.” NON-RATE BLACK RL LCPL SEA TATOO “Wanted. Fourth Regiment. Do you have whatever it takes to hang with Turbo?” Buckle up, shoulder mounted belay! Man-portable! Eavesdropper. Unmanned Nordberg. Locked on, with the bank bag safe, my personal cat inside, with me at the […]Read More Split Decision
Can’t tell you how what I thought would be a sliver of illumination in a rudimentary application of effort in a dull day turned into a shattering break in a cloud set a front the sun intrancegent in its belief this carbon based life form, it’s could not absorb the light to its fullest against […]Read More I saw Taya in the studio and
“One, where a living MLK jr. read a newspaper and chatted with Me. Samuel L. Jackson, and another, not scolding their ways but plying their deeds with curiosity and tempering their path with Christ’s values, “And if not having achieved that dream, the Reverand Doctor, he would not dismiss that we have not forgot the […]Read More I had a vision, then, a pleasant dream
True BlondRock ‘n Roll did in bed. Not in the Playboy Interview but one issue after, I think. Mission Statements! Recruiting young and I want to see minorities and ladies! Come on Ladies, like that. Yes! That’s how the Navy Dept likes it to be.Read More This Department will operate as the King of
TRISTAR PICTURES SAMUEL L. BRONKOWITZ Non Anti-terror non-villain playlist to actual mission in some blokes kitchen, Dex making more than suitable beer holding surface, four Marines plus me, behind dog-tag making machine, Which is about cover, and surprising Margaret, of TMGAIHAA, where not only was her photograph radiant but word-to-edgewise ratio dreadful, on the apology […]Read More France!
Would you suppose she knows nothing of power? Fire. And crushed salt atop slaves and free athletes aside Apollo she’d be for you; spoils TAYA: PHOTO 4 YOU SOON FASTPASS A gift from Nike already arrived while atop strife where competent died, Hers, Victory, for you, from one already arrived as my best in life […]Read More Why. Would one burn anything with the mark of Nike. The Nike
GUNS FOR SNAKES SNAKEROUNDS 4 HUNGER “Hi, we discussed a lot of things this nights eRead More On set for “Family Ties” a sign reads
“Read Hollywood I, then, after Albert fishing for redemption and or boogieman read Hollywood ii) “For his ladies’ (hopefully) preferredStereopiece.Read More His Master’s Voice
47 Hearts Missing Unservicable. Officers! Senior StaffRead More Class “A” Uniforms Clean, and squared-.to in all regards. Ladies…
BrexitRead More Still Shut Down.
Only one was bitten by a snake on 9/11Read More Alone
But God of Alpha. Omega. End.Read More The haunt me with what gave them word. I! Who fears not them
what next; then all of the feminine beauty here to behold is but an outline of Taya; none new under the sun; time and to it’s end and mine I’ve ever known or to be told yet another day, and her.Read More If this world is but a shadow of
Ding. Ding? Warm. Characters copyright Tom Clancy none herein express the views of my Navy Department 6.8 mm caseless cartridges? No. There is a mess. Pink or brass on either end; discharging consequence free resources is detrimental to disciplines in each rifle.Read More Ampersands: Jackpot Offensive
“Please,” said the JAG turned Warrantless, “your Honor. Allow me to circumvent the bench and approach. Via the dirty word, until the court is satisfied or dismissed.” Schwartz was big about it. Big as I was about the 187 knocked down on to General Article, then buried, with less than honorable intent and a big […]Read More Director John Wu: “10 percent Reacher, 85 jackass 15 hey! That droopy cartoon with cattle farmers? Propaganda.“
MUAH! -RobertRead More Dear Taya
Warm, with an M1 in my corner. He wasn’t all peace Lillies and outdoor concerts. He was a force to be reckoned with.Read More How I sleep at night
“New York, and it’s Batman (1989) counterpart? Too scary for moms. That’s how I saw it. My name is Bob, too! You, VA, and Sam Diego boys. Go up! Fix it. Smoking? Put Sam Rockwell on t/ moon I bet Bob becomes murdochRead More Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles (1990)
I’ve got to drag my ass to work, also, you may be seeing this for the first time! Or, maybe, it’s all been taken down. It turns out everyone is crooked and the government shutdown! Not supposed to effect Department of Veteran’s affairs benefits? Much warms and British warming units your snuggle bunny RobertRead More Dearest Taya, this morning
Behind the camera: Norwegian SbRead More Goodnight Taya
Weather bird in San Francisco.Read More The coldest penguin I ever met was a warm
lt cliff secordRead More You’ll Triple her fee
What group is too powerful for even you to oppose? A. Saudi bin Laden group. B. United States Marine Corps C. TransAmerica triangle. D. Voltron, defender of the Universe. Killing with my Department of the Navy is like smashing a fly with a steamroller. That fly is dead, sure. But a whole lot happened between […]Read More M
Dearest Taya, I’ve been thinking. What does Condelezza Rice think of the Syrian Civil War? Gadaffi adored her; George W. Bush knows how to pick them. In 2011 she said Bashar al Assad was “no friend of the United States,” has that changed and does MsB have a vested interest? They are valuable trade partners, […]Read More Take two
Why would someone burn apparel of the Nike. The Nike. Goddess of victory. She’s already arrived. Would they suspect she knows nothing of power? Speed. Fire. Ridiculous. I always have fire; as any good …uh, supporter of people against hypothermia. Let’s be honest. I wanted to drive the Marines car. As the fury. What do […]Read More Thought.
High above and well in hand, down they look on all that’s green and God’s plan, from whales in the water to mammals on land, I bless them above and hope to see you again.Read More For Taya Kyle
Those competing in the upcoming Olympic Games.Read More Merry Christmas to you, Taya Kyle and
And how words matter. It’s not until phonetically, you realize how amazing wind talkers are, and how patient they have been with us as Americans. “Ah.” Good. Food, says me the author. “M.” Food. “Er.” As in eating. “Kuh,” or any sharp “k.” Fire. Word start. Americans. And of course the lovely Ms. Kyle.Read More Thinking of you.
I don’t know about you but I’m over the moon. Either it was you or your aura projecting over things just as comely but yet I believe I saw you with my own eyes. -Robert I’ll always support you in whatever you doRead More Dearest Taya,
Perhaps one should consider America’s military strength. Logistics. Being capable of moving that much material under an Administration with an executive that has that much experience in constructing great things is the best way to fight the universal enemy: famine.Read More Walls
Whether they are for men. Or women.Read More African American Votes Count. 16 million repressed.
To the men and women of the Academy and West Point. Your shortcomings are only documented as you are students, you are aware more training means less bleeding in war, whether you accept your commission or no; your contribution thus far by admittance alone is remarkable, the potential astounding. We, with our right of franchise […]Read More Cyberterroism?
Someone gave me a number last night. I declined to call as I wish them the best, and they are someone I hope to enjoy socializing with again.Read More Silverado
May your day be bright and sunny.Read More Good morning, Taya to you and yours
Lance Corporal Kyle D. Crowley. 2nd Battalion, 4th Marines. Remember what he stood for, a Global War on terror.Read More Marine
“The Military disasters which overtook Germany during the late summer of 1944 must have convinced even the most fanatical members of the National Socialist party that, nothing could stave off defeat and that the best that could be hoped for was a stalemate.” -James Lucas, Kommando With 7,000 troops being withdrawn they would do well […]Read More CENTCOM
Truly the Republicans most savvy move. Democrats want bodied for a demonstration. Republicans insist the republic exists, so why not make it great. There is a debt ceiling. Which party do you think foreign governments support more?Read More Government Shutdown
Secretary of Defense James Mattis announced his resignation amid 7,000 troops being removed from Syria. Domestically we’ve heard little of the regionRead More His career is notable and conduct above and beyond reproach
Spoke with two gentlemen last night. Banks. They still say I have no transaction authority.Read More Genius Conquers Strength
To “CJ,” for Commercial Astronaut wings. And another. There will be more.Read More Congratulations
What about the Kurdish. What about currency?Read More Syria
The hell if I know what happened. Oftentimes, when looking at string theory, you feel you have the attention of everything and nothing simultaneously, other times you hear of far superior theorists telling others to “To have fun out among the stars.” Then, when I recall there are 7.2 Billion people on this blue marble […]Read More Dearest Taya
“It has never been a better training evolution for the Marines. It taught me the concept of being crucified, how all things are vulnerable, and how one must protect all things.” -unknown MARSOC MarineRead More The Crucible
He was dismissed as a choice for chief of staff. He was just as my father was, who stood up during my MCRD graduation, for he had been a pallbearer at Master Sergeant Gowin’s funeral.Read More I cannot tell you how proud I am of Governor Chris Christie
These seagulls said“What the hell, man!” ‘No, don’t worry. That’s John Phillip Sousa.’ “Feed me! Git it.” ‘What.’Read More After humming the introduction to this hymn …
I remember 9/11 and just the other day, I purchased and played Goat Simulator. And was furious. I remember pet my Goat. I do know the very, very important difference between a simulator, an engine (unreal or not) and a video game or vehicle powered by either.Read More In the wake of the IC and fake news …
Any student may feel in need. But the title was so one could think of “Hero” and “Crouching Tiger Hidden Dragon.” How many people have seen a photograph, versus what is the price of a ticket, it’s ink and press cersus flame to burn film backlit and projected digitilly? At some point, artists, and animators […]Read More A Film a movie versus a Major Motion Picture
I simply thought it a delightful picture, Congress both houses upper and lower all know rhymes from SCOTUS and static from picture.Read More Arkansas
Michael Bien, so far as I am concerned, portrayed the only actual PTSD Veteran who was “white,” as the actor who portrayed “Miles Dyson,” was the only actor to portray a “Hero.”Read More Not only did I hear about the thing but I would play minesweeper for Minolta.
I attempted to manipulate iPhone’s footer capability. As in, I own one, and did not fully understand TCP/IP protocol, nor the “Thorn,” or the “Michael November.” Enjoy this digital image.Read More What can one say? A long time ago…
I redact my complaint with great aplomb.Read More On Behalf of All Retailers
Imagine. You, on a desert island. One man. An invisible crate. You eat the man, and then pray to your Lord. God. That WIN 3.1 arrives.Read More Idea How to advertise WIN 3.1
A. Send Marcus Luttell Jill’s Not Here, Jack! B. Real Female Orgasms. Four!Read More Due to privacy concerns I had two options.
Why did I put myself in here. World Champion Red Sox.Read More Photographs
Careening down Interstate 80 West, my father, Paul T. Black knew he was being followed. This was in the decade known as the Ninteen (sic) eightees, and back then, when you lived in the Bay, commuting to The City you essentially drove to work by driving, one car length space at a time, his carphone […]Read More Silent Stories at a buck, fifty decibels DOLBY 5.1 THX am/fm radio ISSUE 03 of 03
Spider-man would not deter Paul T. Black this day.Read More Silent Stories at a buck, fifty decibels DOLBY 5.1 THX am/fm radio ISSUE 02 of 03
“Hey, you are listening to KFRC. And the man, Rob Black, and Simon Bee, have perfected their aneroceter.” Dad. He looked up. “and those two? They are closer to taking over the world than before, Chief.” Jay, his Assistant Chief Engineer, at KMEL 106.5 FM opened his elaborate black, all leather trench-coat with a flourish. […]Read More Silent Stories at a buck, fifty decibels DOLBY 5.1 THX am/fm radio ISSUE 01 of 03
“How much.” Boy. Sounds like something I’d send to myself, or my accountant would send to me. “Now, you are headed for the drink.” “You sound like my doctor, and my caddy.” Wait! “Bob. Drop.” “Do I look it.” “A stroke.” No. “Scouts are for balls.” I’ll sell the cub, and the boy. “You two! […]Read More Green Fairy
“Hero. You must fight.” “Him!” “Yes.” “To?” “The end.” “Or?” “We die.” “You are?” “Serious!” OPINION: Not only to I condone it where legal, I don’t, nor have I sports gambled when posting screen jabs to to social media. EULA’s, and smartphone operating systems, resolution, etc notwithstanding, are impossible to fully comprehend without a non-parole […]Read More Glory Road.
What. The. Fuck. “Seth was lost. All was! The detailed rolled away, after a warm goodbye from Elizabeth and there it was, two with a grudge. Uber?” Write you congressmen. “1000 Elephants, Andrew McNabb declines on all accounts, politely speaking well of his countrymen and Queen. ThisRead More SUPER MACHO-MAN
Opposed to kicking it mightily, drew his blades weapon and took it mid-air to the ground, profanity and multiple strikes. “I too,” said a Senator, “am married.” “Quiet, you!” “Son of a bitch doesn’t say a word,” Knives grouched, blade down in a solid guard more of a clean up then serious posture, “vanishes while […]Read More Knives tossed the Willy Pete bag up, and
No, hers is a politeness extended to this gutter thing. Listen?Simon said, after watching the film “Speed,” knowing I wanted to drive “I’d be under it. Robert”ID.me says: “He knew which side of the wall. Before it fell! And is excellent at photo operations. Those are the most difficult strong endorsement for uh, yes. Second […]Read More Cubby whole full of “How kindly dumbed down does your neighbor have to be, before you listen. To. Words.”
The youngest Naval Aviator rescued? I’d wager he know the fear of God put into one and many secrets or ultimatums did what he believed was right for the Nation and owned retirement. Nothing endeared me more to his legacy than politely wonder if his wife’s name, or his shorthand for it, God test her […]Read More He was once said to have “Come into the position of [DCI #11] under questionable -nonsense! The question was when do we commence work
“I had the aurohaze mind image of a wonderfully polite Mrs. McRaven entertaining me briefly as I asked why she thought her son may be James Bond, and how long she’s suspected he has “Then! I wanted to know. Was Claude a fast mover? Boy, I bet him and Bill went on some tasks I’ll […]Read More Build one, then. Drive past, over, around -but not into- said structure.
I mean! Orange. JuliusRead More Bruce is Batman. Julian, Lucius.
“No,” I said, this monkey on my back, “it’s Ro-” “Don’t tell me,” he said, “man.” “Captain Porkchop! This Marine has no idea if this is those sick bastards humor, or death warrant. Mine!” “What’s on his house!” The next tunes, said Clamato. Hey, brah! Someone else? Has a ‘vetteRead More Listen! You remember? ‘Atop a pile of gold and Alamo Heroes,’ well- wait! Don’t tell me. Steven? No, no, no, sedge-wick?
Safe Splashdowns.Read More Tip of the Spear: Happy Landings.
Disney. Buy ‘me. Throw you a thirty one. Bond?Read More Tonight on FOX! Cops love arrests!
The monkey gorilla had made strides. For meat.Read More U. Jim!
native. “Oh, God! The bird was a distraction from Spruntbots and I’d soul target Gabe’s hot wife.”Read More Consider Living our side, good sir. Your lovely wife is familiar and
Things to observe and hear while deeply held minds eye conjures you and no recollection of any time space quantum computer or clime where our skin was not warm touched intertwined. “Romney. Utah!” Uh-oh. Bobby Rose, I’m your thorn; be my Romeo Oscar. “Taking that monkey to the ground, Jayson rolled with what was actually […]Read More Do not mind the crimped card. The fly! The water
The Animal bent at an appendage, extending it’s neck. And barked. “Porkchop! Sir!” Porkchop nodded, issuing orders to subordinates.Read More When backed into a corner, for having annoyed the Operator, by him
The signal light warned me.Read More Good evening and restful slumber sweet Texas …resident. Rose!
It is what I love about the United Kingdom. Golf. I ask my caddy for a wedge, and he gave me a doorstop. What is this KoreaRead More The London Gazette
“I’ve seen enough of their selective leaking and distortion.” -Former FBI Director ComeyRead More “I’m still happy to sit in the light and answer all questions.”
“Boy,” I narrowly respirated, three striped shoes nasty and ill-advised, “this is a long walk. Huh guys! A long one. Isn’t it?” “Richard Bachman,” said either Jayson or Tyler, “and that’s a warning, soldier.” It was the other. Tyler. Who drew, and placed fire down at my feet, the deck kicking up dirty rocks. “And […]Read More TBC
AUTHORS NOTE: EITHER THE BIGGEST JACKASS OR WOEFULLY NOT, EDIT AND DRAFT INDICATE I KNOW NO-thing EVER! MAYBE. YET, PLEASE, TAKE NO OFFENSE I WONT TELL. Is the least source of friction? You are flush with terminal pay, then fight like cavys and chinchillas oh, break it you sow break it all! I am tubing. […]Read More It’s it. CKFF, I called off a wedding 54 days before because 10 year divorce or no, the transition
May the Coalition of the Willing’s fathers, and sacrifice, in the mud seasons, or fairweather never be forgotten, in flight, low earth orbit or on the seas. Land of free seceded, and bonded in fire, to houses noble; Sword, Gold, and Juno with happy landings. Rotary wing fixed and safe crossings across seven seas and […]Read More Raise your glasses. Mates.
The tank roared to life. Tearing through a game a chicken, crossing paths between mobile howitzers amid their 155 mm high-five, excited their big brothers were speeding toward destination unknown. To bring the hate. Someday, they’d grow up and be just as fast. Faster! Another elevated handshake. Skin replacing repellant as a crew served slapped […]Read More Unforgiven. Dreadnought.
-Unknown “Other Barry,” 44th President of the United StatesRead More Dave Willis stone cold lock of the century. No parole for Barry. Of the week!
“Now, Marines. Sailors. Why we exclude them with open arms let us never forget the value of reallotting fiscal concerns of the Departments of the Air Force. Army. Sacrifice those West Point kids in our absence as a token upon the alter of sorry not sorry. As they are bigger, and out number us! And […]Read More Doing it Well.
EKIA. “God Bless you all on the successful raid, and who threw this thing down stairs!” -Unknown Commander-in-chiefRead More For God, and Country.
One of the great cats, for certain.Read More You’re Hobbes. Snugglums. U
“Quiet. Lookit Terrell run! Hah, Ronnie. Look! Chickenback.” DISCLAIMER: Bowman comes. Men, leave. The compounded. Interest? Republic. And Palerider actual, swervin’ sleep jerks behind him. “Palerider works hard.” “He’s not dead.” “Not hard enough. Crusader, Palerider-1! Come in.” “Rodger. Send it.” “Confidential medical data, make it fast we’re gonna plotz in this boneyard!”Read More BOWMAN: The Only True Way To Kill Something Silent at Distance
But mine flaws you don’t share, chair cumbersomeness you don’t have will never make me less find flaws not creating intolerance, but a callous against time and foggy memory won as I’ll never face that way for spite and but beat, heart and quarternote toward yours, remembering the glow today.Read More Dearest Taya, I know I may’ve bullied my way into your life more than by friends and acquintences
knocks me off my feet. “Bird, Hare, Bear and fish my hat! Damjackrabbit auugggghhh! So. Cold. Hobbes!” “Well, port side! Sound the alarm nothing but trees, trees in all places, branches! Leaves and mulch anywhere.“Read More The way she makes me feel
“I am my Brother’s Keeper, and us all, Marines. Send a thirty-one to WDI. Let Mickey Sleigh ’em this year.” “Tots.” “Then let’s wait on those squids!” Nut 2 butt. Privates! Full Bird? “Then let’s wail on those squids!” Shower. Qual 4. Half as many down. Repeat week. Swim week. Heaven presents heavy-hat’s swim week. […]Read More You didn’t expect to swim! Marine Corps. spirit, and preen your new gills.
Courage. Guile. Bearing.Read More Holbertun. America’s Hidden Armory for Heroes with
“In reality, no-incident liberty indicates the Secretary is building a DoD of great magnitude. Brawling is constant, with little or no troop discord, putting my ass on the street for my pizza box of tailgate is fair, as his conduct was above, and beyond reproach, and a Marine in uterine hadn’t Peggle. Ed. Let’s give […]Read More The Commandant enjoyed his bet, wager collected and three meat pockets en route home, avalanche and firearms discharged by others celebrating in their stead. Deer!
Been picking domain, this ‘un. Phil. Well, at least since 2016. 2011. No. Earlier? There are millions of Johnston’s. Prolific? Profit. Prophe “Frederick Way.” Papa Frank was so queer, he went pro. The Government gave him the entire league. “I shan’t do a bit, I need to pre-truant.” Hey! Said Frank. Nice to meet Tommy! […]Read More Nintendo! Since …?
Dates do not have to be set or forget ever, regret! Never have I felt like all the time is left for you. Me? -rlb PoSt-script: think about the offer, reply if contact. If or inclinedRead More Dearest Taya, it’s not a reference, Hamilton or a 1 and or 0; it’s suspended by not-Future Batman and you, not in all regards but efforts and attempt.
“I asked for my wedge. Caddy! A door stop. What is this, Korea?” They knew love. “One of you weren’t Business. Watch, ring, C’s. Degrees.” Can do. “Polygamy sells adspace, tailhook pardon. Who cares if it gets them what you ‘like,’ it looks good on a resume and a break. Even for what teevee made. […]Read More Telstar: communication, at long range. 9-iron? Yes, sir.
I will be as crass as I care to decimate google’s Babel fish from Trek II and as vulgar as I want to teach parents animation is neither norture or nature and polygamy is no substitute for clandestine traditional love in the divorce prone world this “app” developers have made in lieu of successful hearts […]Read More I’d get her coffee, then? Ask if the corporate board would not press charges or wanted them
Correction. Solid torso strike, jab. Both landed. “Hiptoss.” Ryder was a straight buster. “Always Faithful! Correct. Me.” Some. “For Sherman.” Dome.Read More Sroryarc Epilogue.
itunes.apple.com/us/album/now-that-were-dead/1145498274Read More How do you win a war, Soldiers. Part 2
Video: No-one’s fault, but the Gunny would want …this bird rebuilt; CAD and bolts, Marines! Devilpup. Self-correcting and or indictment/Captain’s Mast: “A great read, purchase “Lone Survivor,” by Marcus Luttrell at fine booksellers. For his own kin, seeing as they raised him right. Hi, Mrs. Luttrell! Happy -oof!” Right-Hook: Grey. Reiterted! Strong, a flurry of […]Read More How Do You Win a war, Soldiers. Part 1
Dearest Taya, I mean every word and not only would I take it well and with lesson, a rejection from you would be just as sweet as any other goal, a speaking tour to stocks. Semper Fidelis, Robert BlackRead More 1000
Plymouth Rock could fit in my Gran Marquis’! “Alone.Read More Decompiling
“Slow your roll, you two. Black, you were never a Soldier.” A tear would have formed, had we not simultaneously inhaled. “Save poppers for go-time!” We moved forward, Jayson walking in the infuriatingly confident yet appearing-to-me complacent stride of a Chaplin in I-80 with no traffic. Open lanes and nobody to cross a lapsed madman […]Read More ke.
“Boy,” I narrowly respirated, three striped shoes nasty and ill-advised, “this is a long walk. Huh guys! A long one. Isn’t it?” “Richard Bachman,” said either Jayson or Tyler, “and that’s a warning soldier.” “Strong reiterate!” It was the other. Tyler. Who drew, and placed fire down at my feet, the deck kicking up dirty […]Read More Savage.
There is no excerpt because this is a protected post.Read More Protected: Please, Don’t let poor vision and resistance to surprises; pleasant be doom
HMS is His or Her Majesty’s ship now that those perverts are ousted let’s examine United States ship banter “Did I tell you about the ocular patient lady I penetrated; sexually?” “What of her?” “That was good for us.” “Sex?” “Thank you.” “This rack is hot with sexual and radioactivity.” “I believe you just did.” […]Read More Sierra Echo Tangoe Delta Echo Papa Tango Hotel (Explicit)
“Sir.” “I’d like you to know, Reacher,” State said, “last night I had an erotically charged dream of currency and George Washington.” “Last night I gave my houseplant a name. Roots. I hope to go back to it.” “Home on six stars us both. Down.” The elevator arrived.Read More Joe Reacher. Meet Jason State, your ASAC.
Will return.Read More For now
Sunlight and moonlight rising and fall, ember months and commitments honor courage and all.Read More Good Night and the best evening to you
Here is the most wonderful time of the year. Sunvalley. Yes, you get the very best from those who are happily watching over-him, and Iambic pentameter. Bootnecks and Leathernecks pleased and cheerful, cthulu and Matthew Stone remembering: being an Executive Officer is to what being a commanding officer what two bears are in a Gary […]Read More Continuity! Cthulu. Mongeese and Olde English
Ms. Shelby have you seen Miss. Taya? MUAH! loveRobert LeVeck Black Post-Script: I got you a calendar.Read More Good Morning!
“You want to buy yellow dog. Yellow dog 5 Bills. And 100 round barrel magazines. Yes. Forty-five caliber Automatic Colt Pistol. MacGregor clan of Scotland, honkie. This is chess, not checkers.” -Apple Inc. surmising Blackkklansmen while Spike Lee suck starts RV, or recreational vehicleRead More Hunter
“Sorry, Andrew,” I said to Sergeant McNab over the vast, while swinging away from his body and Melissa Broders, “you’ll have to take it from here.” Then I figuratively held Benjamin’s hand while an elephant made the scene. “Special Activities Division, it be us, any other. Line!” I’ll meet them halfway. 1/4Read More You’re back in the Marines now, and time! Pt. Soon
I care not for the reigning monarch, nor your delightful naming conventions! The Hero’s Journey ends, and just because he was once inside you, does not mean we can debase an authoritative regime! Our structure. Is perfect, and no-one loves that young man, -not Kyle- all of them, (see: The Mother of All Terrain models) […]Read More Not only am I aware, Olde English is infereior to Mickey’s champagne
I gotta tell you a little bit of indoor outdoor time has done me some real goodRobertRead More Dearest Taya
“And who might this be!” I beamed. Grinning ear to ear. “Swanky. CW Swanky,” I said, dismissing myself to kinko’s. For another manilla folder, as I had fcked up, early in my career. “Well. I’m a pachyderm.” Obvious. Why would anyone want nasty, manhandled information, compartmentalized, instead of fresh, organic information- “Three fingers!” “You first, […]Read More Hey, two more, said the elephant.
It’s the emotional charge. You can always tell. When you look up. You can see it, in the designs of the ceiling lights. Sure, you can talk about how human beings are designed to see something shining, to find clear water, or eveolved to taste salt. “But the east bay,” I mutter to myself, “that’s […]Read More Sunvalley
This isn’t a story or a punchline. You want to talk crap? No. way. You want to do this in Peter Griffin’s high end, nasally voice! Don’t. Let’s talk skyhook. First of all, it is about vehicles. Second of all, hurry up and wait? Nuh-uh. Me personally? Well, whenever a film technique called, “Ramping,” occurs. […]Read More The United States Army. Let’s.
But only one was present when I asked for a cigarette and received one, and lit it upon my own and had long wavy and or curled brunette hair. I thought, perhaps she was a celebrity of some sort, but, as it would be rude to identify her in public, I did not. They’re all […]Read More I saw a woman today, several
For there to be an Empire, you must have Imps! Imps are little people.Or, in the Empire of ducks. Those pressed for thyme.Read More There are no Empires
The Story, of Sir Cletus “Hello, you’ve reached Elkhart County. Hungry?” My cellmate. An elephant trumpeted out. “Hey, Andy. McNab! What are you in for?” “Ticklin’ the Ivories, mate. Then, trading them.” “Oh, a smartass. Pinochle.” No felonies on me, Wisdom. Tree.Read More Sorry. Me. Another day.
All U.S. Citizens are diplomats. Particularly on U.S. soil.“Dr. Kissinger is not just greatest diplomat I’ve ever read of, but purportedly is reductive to the point of politeness; empathizing as he goes.”Read More Dilplomat. Diplomatic.
“There shall be two battalions of Marines.”Read More Congress Declared. On this day. 1775. In the year of our Lord…
Take your well laid.Read More IIA
One bear, pointing at the other. But you’re both still bears.Read More Being an XO is like being two bears in a Gary Larson Cartoon.
“Pete,” Ellis pressed throughly into the floor at a steady, alarming, rate. Japan.Read More While Chester plotted course into the wind Earl
Because. Communism works. In a very, very small community. An island, preferably. Pictured: IS OBAMA SUBSCRIBING TO THIS PERIODICAL. THE FIRST GAY PRESIDENT II Bay Area News Group was reluctant to admit, they didn’t get the best of it. “BABE/s. Excellent!” I could drown you, in ladies and rogue hynea hounds. BAAD/s. “Bogus.” Tyler and […]Read More Compatriot! In Soviet Russia, Cuba’s allright. Why?
Dear Taya, Please forgive me. If it was you at the Seven 11 (7-11 store) I’m always a human first and Hyperion [Shoo! Damn troglodytes.] I love your photos. -Robert <3 Taya Post-Script: Unfortunately, Homo-Sapians Hyperion is my internal narrative for the Congressional Space Medal of Honor. Strong of heart, bright as the sun, men […]Read More The Names have been changed to Protect the Innocent Pt I
Dear Taya, You. Universal, with the exception of Paramount’s Great Marine world, Vallejo. Kidding! You’re my Miss Sunshine. Mr. Arkin? I’dpay to see a judge officate that teacher’s little pagent sister. “I’d pay for a night with Jennifer.” Peevey! I will throw you right out Miss Mabel. “I think I need a helmet.” GREENRead More
“Hah! Backed by the Emirates. If you don’t exchange these, then tomorrow I will return with another group of Veterans!” Was I speaking to Santa Claus? Hey, private escort. Secret Service? Must be. “And! We, that we will only speak Deutch. To their leaders vengeful scheme its going to rain like cats. and dogs!” I […]Read More Exchange.
“I hate those guys.”Read More Front Toward Enemy? No way!
I had a flash back. Universal City and Barbarianism. Boo! Wait, I said, on record, and aloud, that’s not me. Dear Taya, Ive bern busting my ass this morning but thanks to more compact devices and networking it looks and feels like ive been faux-dealing drugs TI-86 all day, calculas books makeshifting a creel, moonlighting […]Read More We’ll bee right back
The Minister perished shortly of heart failure thereafter. Dear Taya, I’m much like Michael Scarn and Holly, a dork who qualified for the cup and can be overly silly. To a fault, as two voicemail gags attracted broadcasters who soon will face the chsllenge of besting the hundred meter rule. Not another. In all seriousness, […]Read More The battlespace is conquered, please. Call back Ba’al. The Mister! Huah! Fight. Flee. Or die
Offset and preambled by something as fleeting and to come as a handhold.Read More The ragtime music. The antics. Player pianos at the office + offsite!
There is, or was, a charming little community sub-continent of India way. One complaint went across the board. Too many snakes! That ehat fell eve, Bonham’s bain, Potterhead camdy and ermot 65+ pleasers. The solution? A simple bounty paid per dead reptile. Finally, the populace says, now, I get to farming and ranching snakes. Where […]Read More The Political Machine, why care, methinks …
“General Washington. Mr. Secretary- sir! Hows your troops and territory? “Richmond seems to have beef. With Concord.” “Thats my end.” Missing scene. “No, Seth. Seth! Heroin.” “I’m from Massachusetts, you will have to give me a minute, thirty seconds.” “No. I. Love. You.” “My conduct has been, and remains, above and beyond reproach.” “Its, a […]Read More You brought Washington to life!
Purchase The Operator by Rob O’Neill. Available at fine booksellers everywhere!“O’Neill’s Dad is the kind of man I want to have a beer with. Rob doesn’t even have to be there!”Read More For Mr. O’Neill.
“Cigar man,” lever-action, the sound accompanied a cycled round for his rifle, up the ranp silently, chambered, then locked, amid glowing orange cherry and whiskers, ash, donincan and fallen seen wafting from a tired notchriskyle face, his SF bantam book the greatest of all time, “can you hit him! That one, the window washer! Can […]Read More Look. Across the fo’scle.
“Tell me more,” said JSOC. “Well, sir.” He didn’t know how to begin. “It malfunctioned. The Poseidon Arch.” All dead. “The point of that section. Others will be along.” “Mo, sir. Double-oh.” “Boy, we are dark.” “Ring it, ringley.” Once annapolis had finished their gooch, we went as Marcinko, selling grenades in the stands. We […]Read More Jokes will have to wait. Twitter rejoin in 3…2…1
forgive the unslanted silliness and unpolished productivity. I am. Im really nervous! You, uh, give me butterflies in my tummy and i feel like brute’ et tu. BardRead More It is I! Zeppo of the Marx
I don’t take it as anything less than your life in your words. Ive said before an autographed book ive never had but when i reached the part where phone calls were missed and tragedy right before “shattered,” I’d wish I could have had more to lend and empathize with, knowing its a part of […]Read More Praise so far for “American Wife,” available at booksellers everywhere
night be ever so subtle as you rest for the day and the contrast of light be in this be as visually engaging as disagreements certain to pass as stark as photons, waves and quarks and racing comets eager, not falling, but qued to start.”Read More Good morning, Taya, may the contrast of
Actions speak more than eloquence stood against all and familiarity, any familiarity would unhamper any discussion conducive to aims befitting us both, but know its not for trying and the actions to come are not maliciois and earnest in aims, time is against me at the moment. Soon, nothing unsavory more will unfold. Like a […]Read More Dearest Taya I know this may be a bit from the nether and unknown yet hopefully not yet unwelcome
Forgive the QR code. Unless you donated, on purpose, and Taya sees this as a compliment charity to herbalready notable and noble works. I’m standing up, to Ba’al, Diablo and his valley at my side. Beef? Quantity = side. Eggs? Gross!Read More Site maintenance
“And, as we, I, encountered a trenchcoatwearing person “Stop at once. Have you purchased these shoes worn by my woman!”Read More Standard poodle
Stop at once. Answer this question. Q. Would you purchase shoes worm by her for £3,500? A: Yes. Bonus: You would name them. Even the most benign attempts curry favor a wretch as you is grounds for restraint. Purchase said footwear anonymously and for selfprovacteor.Read More So. You’re attempting to turn her eye on you, with favor!
And remember: you’re piloting that vehicle. “You go on, an’ make me proud, son.” “Get home safe. “For the old man!” “And Colonel Egan.” “If flying, observe all regulations. For Major Rob Taylor. And the late Senator Glen.”Read More A relief. You made it, Teufelhunden! Have fun in Vega.
“So. You bought her name! Many normal and flattering conventions of days past are now harassment, or legally admissible as slander, turn yourself in. At once!”Read More Good Afternoon
Thoughts of you, if only as captivating, imagine what this could be?Read More Break time
Dearest Taya, I’ve never been to Green Bay. But I’ll always remember Favre’s longbomb late in his career, “it fell out of the sky ladies and gentlemen!” Like I’ll always remember “Jeez Laweez,” in your book, ’cause i say it, too. Except, “Jeez Laweez kabottle kabeez.” I’ll remember that cat owes me fifty. After NLCS. […]Read More Go, Pack. Go! Go, Pack.
Dear TayaIts St. Peter for me, at least. Jesus said “Father, why have you forsaken me!” While on the cross. Peter loved him so much he said “Crucify me upside down.”Read More On faith
Did you park it.“Ulysses Grant says 28. Next year.”Read More Park this
May Taya be where she wishes; comfortable and at peace as the statues of Rome and greece wherever she calls home May God’s glory shine upon her and may I see what you’ve known my good wishes be upon her and your love from life a garden and her aims a reap crops sown.Read More Statues white, uncolored like those past
“Hot Shots!” Is the only musical all US Marines can laugh at. As the then-Commandant threw money at Hollywoodland while we, the few, the Marines, ran off giggling into the woods barefoot, and at top speed.Read More Writing Checks you can’t Cash, Topper Harley!
Purchase The Operator by Rob O’Neill. Available at fine booksellers everywhere!“O’Neill’s Dad is the kind of man I want to have a beer with. Rob doesn’t even have to be there!”Read More For Mr. O’Neill.
It’s nearly midnight and I realized I let my enthusiasm for reading get the better of me, without reading anything? I’ve got your book, in the 2nd safest part of my bag, and, you know, people have seen me pull people out of that bag and I’m edging into that one so I picked up […]Read More Goodnight, and a peaceful weekend for Taya.
Marina A. Hierl COMPANY E 2ND BATTALION FIRST MARINESRead More For M.
Dear Taya, the beard stays, Ms. Kyle. Love, RobertRead More All aircraft report!
If only the lighting and glory of the yellow sun we orbit matched my feelings for you, and if the upper-deck baseball company knew how Topps you are.Read More My most gorgeous and not prone to rage beau
You. Owe. Me. Zuckerberg. “Hi, Mrs. Zuckerberg!” I say, chipper. “He is,” I continue, “that son of a jerk! Okay. Muah, he should be nicer to your side of the family. Mother-in-law.” “Hey,” says Mr. Ed, “at least someone has a Horse.”Read More PUNISH II