My first was in the Navy. My 1st class. He wasn't hard. He was a weak fucking douche. When I thought of the military I thought of yelling and beatings in order to make the insubordination stop. This motherfucker would just run and tell chief. Like a bitch!
When we were in port the Master Blaster would force us to stay and clean the already clean deck plates. It was up to 1st class douche to stand up and get us the fuck out of there. He failed every time. The firemen was the one to get shot done because he was such a worthless fuck.
There are more reasons he doesn't deserve to live.
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well, the closest would be a former friend who told a friend of mine to kill himself already. this former friend was my friend's best friend and the one whom he came out as severely depressed to. some other factors included made it particularly jarring. killing him wouldn't be right but it was fortunate i didn't see him for a year or two because i would have kicked his ass.
on a very random side note, master blaster is a term i have come across several times and it sounds awesome but each time i come across it, it seems to have a different meaning. its as confusing to me as it is awesome >_>