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You need to stop hating on Falcon. After all we are mere peasants when compared to him.

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My POS college has got nothing on Mount Union. :/

Same. I wish I was a football superstar in high school so I could have gone there to. Now I'm just stuck in a dumb public school.

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I think it's funny that people actually believe that I care what they think. Also, like I've been saying, shouldn't you guys be at work actually doing your jobs? Or are you the people who keep taking money from welfare and are too lazy to attempt to find jobs?

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I think it's funny that people actually believe that I care what they think. Also, like I've been saying, shouldn't you guys be at work actually doing your jobs? Or are you the people who keep taking money from welfare and are too lazy to attempt to find jobs?

No class on Fridays. Whats your excuse?

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I was a safety in high school. Ol' number 23. That's right. Thought about playin' college but, you know, Uncle Sam had other ideas. Ended up in the Navy. But...ah, what the Hell. Japanese submarine slammed two torpedoes into our side, chief. It was comin' back, from the island of Tinian to Laytee, just delivered the bomb. The Hiroshima bomb. Eleven hundred men went into the water. Vessel went down in twelve minutes. Didn't see the first shark for about a half an hour. Tiger. Thirteen footer. You know how you know that when you're in the water, chief? You tell by lookin' from the dorsal to the tail. What we didn't know... was our bomb mission had been so secret, no distress signal had been sent. Huh huh. They didn't even list us overdue for a week. Very first light, chief. The sharks come cruisin'. So we formed ourselves into tight groups. You know it's... kinda like ol' squares in battle like a, you see on a calendar, like the battle of Waterloo. And the idea was, the shark comes to the nearest man and that man, he'd start poundin' and hollerin' and screamin' and sometimes the shark would go away. Sometimes he wouldn't go away. Sometimes that shark, he looks right into you. Right into your eyes. You know the thing about a shark, he's got...lifeless eyes, black eyes, like a doll's eye. When he comes at ya, doesn't seem to be livin'. Until he bites ya and those black eyes roll over white. And then, ah then you hear that terrible high pitch screamin' and the ocean turns red and spite of all the poundin' and the hollerin' they all come in and rip you to pieces.

Y'know by the end of that first dawn, lost a hundred men! I don't know how many sharks, maybe a thousand! I don't know how many men, they averaged six an hour. On Thursday mornin' chief, I bumped into a friend of mine, Herbie Robinson from Cleveland. Baseball player, boson's mate. I thought he was asleep, reached over to wake him up. Bobbed up and down in the water, just like a kinda top. Up ended. Well... he'd been bitten in half below the waist. Noon the fifth day, Mr. Hooper, a Lockheed Ventura saw us, he swung in low and he saw us. He's a young pilot, a lot younger than Mr. Hooper, anyway he saw us and come in low. And three hours later a big fat PBY comes down and start to pick us up. You know that was the time I was most frightened? Waitin' for my turn. I'll never put on a lifejacket again. So, eleven hundred men went in the water, three hundred and sixteen men come out, the sharks took the rest, June the 29, 1945. Anyway, we delivered the bomb.

WOW! Too bad I don't give a rat's a$$...

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I was a safety in high school. Ol' number 23. That's right. Thought about playin' college but, you know, Uncle Sam had other ideas. Ended up in the Navy. But...ah, what the Hell. Japanese submarine slammed two torpedoes into our side, chief. It was comin' back, from the island of Tinian to Laytee, just delivered the bomb. The Hiroshima bomb. Eleven hundred men went into the water. Vessel went down in twelve minutes. Didn't see the first shark for about a half an hour. Tiger. Thirteen footer. You know how you know that when you're in the water, chief? You tell by lookin' from the dorsal to the tail. What we didn't know... was our bomb mission had been so secret, no distress signal had been sent. Huh huh. They didn't even list us overdue for a week. Very first light, chief. The sharks come cruisin'. So we formed ourselves into tight groups. You know it's... kinda like ol' squares in battle like a, you see on a calendar, like the battle of Waterloo. And the idea was, the shark comes to the nearest man and that man, he'd start poundin' and hollerin' and screamin' and sometimes the shark would go away. Sometimes he wouldn't go away. Sometimes that shark, he looks right into you. Right into your eyes. You know the thing about a shark, he's got...lifeless eyes, black eyes, like a doll's eye. When he comes at ya, doesn't seem to be livin'. Until he bites ya and those black eyes roll over white. And then, ah then you hear that terrible high pitch screamin' and the ocean turns red and spite of all the poundin' and the hollerin' they all come in and rip you to pieces.

Y'know by the end of that first dawn, lost a hundred men! I don't know how many sharks, maybe a thousand! I don't know how many men, they averaged six an hour. On Thursday mornin' chief, I bumped into a friend of mine, Herbie Robinson from Cleveland. Baseball player, boson's mate. I thought he was asleep, reached over to wake him up. Bobbed up and down in the water, just like a kinda top. Up ended. Well... he'd been bitten in half below the waist. Noon the fifth day, Mr. Hooper, a Lockheed Ventura saw us, he swung in low and he saw us. He's a young pilot, a lot younger than Mr. Hooper, anyway he saw us and come in low. And three hours later a big fat PBY comes down and start to pick us up. You know that was the time I was most frightened? Waitin' for my turn. I'll never put on a lifejacket again. So, eleven hundred men went in the water, three hundred and sixteen men come out, the sharks took the rest, June the 29, 1945. Anyway, we delivered the bomb.

You are the best poster on any board on the history of the internet sir.

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I was a safety in high school. Ol' number 23. That's right. Thought about playin' college but, you know, Uncle Sam had other ideas. Ended up in the Navy. But...ah, what the Hell. Japanese submarine slammed two torpedoes into our side, chief. It was comin' back, from the island of Tinian to Laytee, just delivered the bomb. The Hiroshima bomb. Eleven hundred men went into the water. Vessel went down in twelve minutes. Didn't see the first shark for about a half an hour. Tiger. Thirteen footer. You know how you know that when you're in the water, chief? You tell by lookin' from the dorsal to the tail. What we didn't know... was our bomb mission had been so secret, no distress signal had been sent. Huh huh. They didn't even list us overdue for a week. Very first light, chief. The sharks come cruisin'. So we formed ourselves into tight groups. You know it's... kinda like ol' squares in battle like a, you see on a calendar, like the battle of Waterloo. And the idea was, the shark comes to the nearest man and that man, he'd start poundin' and hollerin' and screamin' and sometimes the shark would go away. Sometimes he wouldn't go away. Sometimes that shark, he looks right into you. Right into your eyes. You know the thing about a shark, he's got...lifeless eyes, black eyes, like a doll's eye. When he comes at ya, doesn't seem to be livin'. Until he bites ya and those black eyes roll over white. And then, ah then you hear that terrible high pitch screamin' and the ocean turns red and spite of all the poundin' and the hollerin' they all come in and rip you to pieces.

Y'know by the end of that first dawn, lost a hundred men! I don't know how many sharks, maybe a thousand! I don't know how many men, they averaged six an hour. On Thursday mornin' chief, I bumped into a friend of mine, Herbie Robinson from Cleveland. Baseball player, boson's mate. I thought he was asleep, reached over to wake him up. Bobbed up and down in the water, just like a kinda top. Up ended. Well... he'd been bitten in half below the waist. Noon the fifth day, Mr. Hooper, a Lockheed Ventura saw us, he swung in low and he saw us. He's a young pilot, a lot younger than Mr. Hooper, anyway he saw us and come in low. And three hours later a big fat PBY comes down and start to pick us up. You know that was the time I was most frightened? Waitin' for my turn. I'll never put on a lifejacket again. So, eleven hundred men went in the water, three hundred and sixteen men come out, the sharks took the rest, June the 29, 1945. Anyway, we delivered the bomb.

Awesome.

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I was a safety in high school. Ol' number 23. That's right. Thought about playin' college but, you know, Uncle Sam had other ideas. Ended up in the Navy. But...ah, what the Hell. Japanese submarine slammed two torpedoes into our side, chief. It was comin' back, from the island of Tinian to Laytee, just delivered the bomb. The Hiroshima bomb. Eleven hundred men went into the water. Vessel went down in twelve minutes. Didn't see the first shark for about a half an hour. Tiger. Thirteen footer. You know how you know that when you're in the water, chief? You tell by lookin' from the dorsal to the tail. What we didn't know... was our bomb mission had been so secret, no distress signal had been sent. Huh huh. They didn't even list us overdue for a week. Very first light, chief. The sharks come cruisin'. So we formed ourselves into tight groups. You know it's... kinda like ol' squares in battle like a, you see on a calendar, like the battle of Waterloo. And the idea was, the shark comes to the nearest man and that man, he'd start poundin' and hollerin' and screamin' and sometimes the shark would go away. Sometimes he wouldn't go away. Sometimes that shark, he looks right into you. Right into your eyes. You know the thing about a shark, he's got...lifeless eyes, black eyes, like a doll's eye. When he comes at ya, doesn't seem to be livin'. Until he bites ya and those black eyes roll over white. And then, ah then you hear that terrible high pitch screamin' and the ocean turns red and spite of all the poundin' and the hollerin' they all come in and rip you to pieces.

Y'know by the end of that first dawn, lost a hundred men! I don't know how many sharks, maybe a thousand! I don't know how many men, they averaged six an hour. On Thursday mornin' chief, I bumped into a friend of mine, Herbie Robinson from Cleveland. Baseball player, boson's mate. I thought he was asleep, reached over to wake him up. Bobbed up and down in the water, just like a kinda top. Up ended. Well... he'd been bitten in half below the waist. Noon the fifth day, Mr. Hooper, a Lockheed Ventura saw us, he swung in low and he saw us. He's a young pilot, a lot younger than Mr. Hooper, anyway he saw us and come in low. And three hours later a big fat PBY comes down and start to pick us up. You know that was the time I was most frightened? Waitin' for my turn. I'll never put on a lifejacket again. So, eleven hundred men went in the water, three hundred and sixteen men come out, the sharks took the rest, June the 29, 1945. Anyway, we delivered the bomb.

I respect for you went up quite a few notches!

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Too bad I'm not in high school...

Yeah, see, those of us that have been in college several years know you can do this thing call set your schedule. You sign up in classes on your own with no help (crazy, ain't it?), and you can not have classes on Fridays. Dog on it, if you want, you can not have classes on Wednesday and have a day off in the middle! It's just so gosh darn crazy ain't it?

Oh, and TomShane > All. Ever. Except the Prince...God Bless England and the Royal Family.

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You are the best poster on any board on the history of the internet sir.

Speak for yourself. He's a total POS.

Falcon>>>>>TomShane

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Speak for yourself. He's a total POS.

Falcon>>>>>TomShane

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I think it's funny that people actually believe that I care what they think. Also, like I've been saying, shouldn't you guys be at work actually doing your jobs? Or are you the people who keep taking money from welfare and are too lazy to attempt to find jobs?

Actually, I'm at work right now getting paid while I sit here and browse/post on JN.

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This says it all.

What a POS!!!!

First off, how do I even know he really did all that stuff? I could've gotten a quote like that form a tell-it-all book and pasted it here. Secondly, being forced to go to war doesn't make you a great person. Obviously I respect anyone who fights for our country, but I respect the ones who CHOOSE to fight for our country more. And you can't give me that crap, as I actually attempted to join the military when I was 17, but after my knee surgery, they wouldn't let me. I CHOSE to try and fight for my country, and I wasn't allowed because of an injury. I respect all soldiers everywhere, and I think it's everyone's (men and women) duty to step up for our country. So obviously I DO respect soldiers, but hiding behind the confines of a keyboard, you can't tell who's lying. People accuse me of lying, I'm accusing him of lying. And lying about something like that is UNACCEPTABLE. That is complete and utter disrespect for the men and women fighting overseas.

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Actually, I'm at work right now getting paid while I sit here and browse/post on JN.

Why are you browsing instead of doing your job that you're paid to do? That's the equivalent of stealing money in my books.

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First off, how do I even know he really did all that stuff? I could've gotten a quote like that form a tell-it-all book and pasted it here. Secondly, being forced to go to war doesn't make you a great person. Obviously I respect anyone who fights for our country, but I respect the ones who CHOOSE to fight for our country more. And you can't give me that crap, as I actually attempted to join the military when I was 17, but after my knee surgery, they wouldn't let me. I CHOSE to try and fight for my country, and I wasn't allowed because of an injury. I respect all soldiers everywhere, and I think it's everyone's (men and women) duty to step up for our country. So obviously I DO respect soldiers, but hiding behind the confines of a keyboard, you can't tell who's lying. People accuse me of lying, I'm accusing him of lying. And lying about something like that is UNACCEPTABLE. That is complete and utter disrespect for the men and women fighting overseas.

Holy sh*t

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First off, how do I even know he really did all that stuff? I could've gotten a quote like that form a tell-it-all book and pasted it here. Secondly, being forced to go to war doesn't make you a great person. Obviously I respect anyone who fights for our country, but I respect the ones who CHOOSE to fight for our country more. And you can't give me that crap, as I actually attempted to join the military when I was 17, but after my knee surgery, they wouldn't let me. I CHOSE to try and fight for my country, and I wasn't allowed because of an injury. I respect all soldiers everywhere, and I think it's everyone's (men and women) duty to step up for our country. So obviously I DO respect soldiers, but hiding behind the confines of a keyboard, you can't tell who's lying. People accuse me of lying, I'm accusing him of lying. And lying about something like that is UNACCEPTABLE. That is complete and utter disrespect for the men and women fighting overseas.

Are you familiar with a story about a boy named Pinocchio?

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Holy sh*t

Gauntlets been thrown. I'd recommend no-one bend over to pick it up, since...eh screw it. Everyone knows I'm going to make a bad homo-mods joke.

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Why are you browsing instead of doing your job that you're paid to do? That's the equivalent of stealing money in my books.

You have books?

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Are you familiar with a story about a boy named Pinocchio?

I heard he tore his groin and recovered and went on to be a porn legend.

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So now criticizing Falcon = criticizing the troops? This is like the JI Politics Forum minus the rationality and circumspection.

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I think it's funny that people actually believe that I care what they think.

That's because you're dumb on so many topics it would very hard to care for each of them what other people think.

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