User:WTFdude69/sandbox



All that matters is, Balsa. You don't need anything else. Just Balsa wood. One time back in 'Nam, i watched my best friend get his head blown off. But that's not the point. It was on this other tour back in 'Nam that I had to make a splint for my friend's leg out of thirty feet of Balsa wood. I carried that man across the fields and through the jungle of that backwards-a** country. I watched that man slowly die in my arms. But I ain't no fairy. I can't stand fairy. That's why I shot him and put him out of his misery. I later retired from the army to teach a class full of kids that I can't stand at times. After I make enough to pay off some debt and my kids get their own jobs and can start providing for themselves, I think I'll retire. Probably become a mountain man or a lumberjack. Then its fishing and pork-chops for the rest of my life. No more fairies, no more kids, no more problems. I'll be happier than a fly in a pile a turd and that's more certain than mud on a pig. Time to hit a home-run with my back door closed.