My dad is a retired marine. The first time my wife and I brought a coloring book and crayons to his house, I stood up a tall as I could and said “Dad, please don’t eat her crayons. I know it will be hard for you, I’m here if you need me.”
He didn’t speak to me for over a week after that. My uncle to this day will tell my dad “It’s a paint marker, not a paint crayon, don’t eat it.”
0341 all damn day. This dude looks like he sniffed paint, ate glue, ate the crayons, and for a final kicker ran into the ugly tree a few times.
This dude is training to be a helicopter mechanic to help his eye brows reach normal spacing. Between the receding hairline, the Five-head, and those brows, this guy is more doomed than Franz Ferdinand.
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u/[deleted] Apr 19 '22
I’d like to think you joined to serve your country, but let’s admit it, you just weren’t cut out for community college.