So just dough nuts.

Personally, fitness tests is a fitness test and has nothing to do with combat. I’ll always remember our company high PFT in SOI dropping out of the 25k hump. The guy who literally “set the standard” by being the fastest and doing the most pullups was on the ground saying he couldn’t walk. Nice kid, but toughness doesn’t necessarily equate with fitness.

And once I got to my unit I decided there were plenty of Marines who didn’t belong there, and that there were women who could probably outdo them. Of course, this warred with my desire to walk around in my silkies and make homoerotic jokes with my buddies, but perhaps that’s not the whole point.

Starring Cuba Gooding Junior Jr.

Yeah, otherwise you get some real assholes doing experiments on pregnant women and twins.

I think it’s a discussion worth having, so long as both sides realize there needs to be lines drawn.

It’s weird, when I’m around my kids, I feel like my ability to make decisions is improved, I feel like I’m less prone to any sort of panic. There’s something about having them with me, I suppose it’s that I know that I need to be the one to “figure things out,” that helps me see things more clearly. Or perhaps I’ve just matured a bit. Or perhaps life has just beaten me down so much that nothing is new.

Yeah lemme go to my local fentanyl shop. Because she trafficked fentanyl.

My recollection is very hazy, it was such a technological blip.

I remember buying a stack of CDs only to find out they were +R, not -R, and this utterly useless (or something like that, can’t specifically recall whether ±R/RW).