Oh the joy of morbidity. Everything�s fun as long as it�s a change from the norm and you don�t do it for too long.

We�re going to Ibiza, baby! It�s that place far beyond the reach of camouflage number four, that�s just across the sea from that other little island getaway with bland food and out rations, that�s just far enough for you not to have to wake up at 530 am latest every morning.

If that paragraph was incomprehensible, I apologize. It�s true what they say, army kills your brain. I�m pretty sure if they made us serve more than two years we�d all be walking zombies at the end.

Actually, since they spend so much, on defence, why don�t they spend a bit more and make a Clone army? A Grand Army of the Republic!

-cue star wars music-

Death to the rebelsinvaders!

written at 10:46 p.m.