Veterans Day

Salutations once again to my loyal ~readers

On this veterans day I have imbibed in [perhaps] a bit too much of the Vodka that I have so laboriously concocted in my [filthy] bath tub, and being ever so inebriated/intoxicated ~I have spent the day crying about my failed ~military service such as it is...But at least I am not a FRAUDulent veteran like some ~fucktards that I am acquainted with...

You see ~my friend, or more appropriately, my puppet Mark has claimed disingenuously to have served in the military, and of all things, to have served in the capacity of Colonel in the chemical corps. But, only to later recant and claim to have been a sergeant, and even later claiming to have only been a private serving under the alias moniker of Batman. I would be hard pressed to believe that Mark had ever served in the military as a private, let alone a Colonel, or Sergeant. For one, Mark obviously can't even spell Colonel, or Sergeant, so how could he have ever ranked as one. Surely to serve in the military in the EXCITED STATES OF HAMERICA one must be capable of spelling his/her rank...But I do digress

I may have fallen down the hatch and broken my neck in a drunken stupor, but at least my service has been proven.

Go fuck your chickens Mark, and to the rest of you ~may Al Pacino drive your teeth out through your assholes, assholes.

Sincerely
Your drunken gay military ~hero
Karol.