...you guys still have a proverbial seat at the table, even though you

on them at every opportunity for whatever reason...
I was an MP 5811. I was hell on the xerox, undisputed
best toner groaner in the 4th LEB
If you think Marines need a reason to shℹt on tables in the first place, think again.
Holy friend, the reports that would get faxed over on weekends were impressive. I mean they never failed as far as introducing a whole new dimension of what i thought

ery could be.
Or the time I bore witness to a Staff Sgt and a Gunnery Sgt (already off to a bad start, SNCOs are not allowed to hang out with NCOs, fraternizing) completely naked and the least drunk person in the barracks is at a .20, playing gay chicken
SSgt is teabagging Gunny. Gunny has his mouth wide open and wins because SSgt taps out with his balls literally one inch above Gunny's mouth
Let that sink in