Today is my 44th birthday, (no I'm not posting this for the congrats, but hey, don't let me stop you ). This morning I receive a large box addressed to me with a label that read, "Happy birthday soldier". I open it with eager anticipation.
Inside: Ration biscuits, for when I'm sniping, drinks for those long hot desert days, jungle plasters in case of injury (fushe pass and the like), dates, no doubt from Karkand, lots of sugary sweets for when I've been running from one flag to the other, Action man, full kit (you may be interested to know he's got a pump action shotgun and knife), a set of action toys, this I have been told is for when either the game crashes or the internet goes down, and voip headset... so now I can hear them scream as I scream back at them
Unlike most of my would be knife victims, I was totally unaware.... I think my wife is trying to tell me I spend too much time on BF2. Thank god it wasn't divorce papers
Inside: Ration biscuits, for when I'm sniping, drinks for those long hot desert days, jungle plasters in case of injury (fushe pass and the like), dates, no doubt from Karkand, lots of sugary sweets for when I've been running from one flag to the other, Action man, full kit (you may be interested to know he's got a pump action shotgun and knife), a set of action toys, this I have been told is for when either the game crashes or the internet goes down, and voip headset... so now I can hear them scream as I scream back at them
Unlike most of my would be knife victims, I was totally unaware.... I think my wife is trying to tell me I spend too much time on BF2. Thank god it wasn't divorce papers