>>12227801Say that to my buddies stinky, fatty and brooklyn.
I was 14, just a little older than most of b/nat/. But I knew Uncle Sam needed me, so I lied and signed up. We had beat the Nazzy's in Italy, and they shipped us to the Pacific theater. A Tojo torpedo sent our troop ship to the bottom. I could only save three of my buddies: Fatty,Stinky,and Brooklyn. They were kind of like you fellas [to Bill,Dale,and Boomhauer], only one of them was from Brooklyn. Out of the sun came a Tojo Zero and put fitty bullets in my back. The blood attracted sharks. I had to give 'em Fatty. Then things took a turn for the worse. I made it to an island, but it was full of Tojos! They were spitting on the U.S. flag! So I rushed 'em, but it was a trap. They opened fire and blew my shins off. Last thing I remember, I beat 'em all to death with a big piece of Fatty. I woke up in a field hospital, and they were sewing my feet to my knees.
If you don't get it by now then you really need to watch more TV.
I unironically tried to get into remote viewing after our conversation. It seems simple enough but it's very hard to get a mental picture.
