(*Ahem*)
Hello, men. I'm Sergeant Dixicrat. I don't know who your last squad leader was, and I really don't care. But it looks to me like there are a few issues we need to address, from the get go.
You, soldier! What did you shine those boots with?! It sure wasn't shoe polish. I'm guessing that you used a chocolate bar. Get it fixed! ...Men, take pride in your personal appearance.
And you! Men shave everyday. Women don't. Report to me after formation, and we'll discuss which one you want to be.
And over there... you, with your hands in your pockets! Get those damn "slacker gloves" off now! Men, slouching around with your hands in your pockets is not the way to present military bearing!
As for the rest of you... keep up the good work, men! Now, after formation, I want Alpha team to move out to the computers for tactical training in AACW. Bravo team, draw your weapons from the arms room for cleaning and inspection. Teams will swap places at 1030 hours.
Squad dismissed. Except for you, "sweetheart". We've got a date in the latrine. Go get your shaving gear, sweetie.
What in the hell is everybody standing around for?! Move with a purpose, gentlemen!

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Flowers a gone now.
Or a cat.

Great video. I have loved AC/DC since highschool.
I'll bet that I'm the only man who's sitting and fuming on the couch, eating cold leftovers while his wife posts on your forum, while her husband and children eat something that she made, a long time ago. So I've gotten tired of this, you know what I mean? Stupid me, I thought that if I encouraged her to post silly things, then we would have more togetherness. I was right, but not like I thought. Now all we talk about is how funny Doofus is,
or how I could write my posts better,
Mr. Rafiki, sir...?





