As of lately, we have been blessed to have a little bit of down time during our work hours, thanks to decreased mission requirements and the luck of nothing breaking on us. With this down time comes many exciting activities, such as hangar baseball, movies, push ups, floor sweeping, maybe going back to the room early and most important; internet time at the mwr. We have logged a lot of hours on the internet, mainly comparing youtube videos of motorcycle and plane crashes or mapping sex offenders in our home neighborhoods (stay away from Killeen, TX).
One night, however, we decided to look at google maps and view satellite images of our houses, or in some cases the houses we call home because we don’t really have one at the moment. Everyone googled their houses, shared and went to the next house. So I google the house I grew up in, and still visit my parents at, and shared with everyone, and all of a sudden I’m the bad guy. I quote Tim in saying “you’ve got a pool you can see from space, you’re a fucking rich kid!” Ouch….
as seen from space
First of all, I am no where near the rich classification, this is my parents house, and they don’t pay my bills. Well, they do, but with my money as I am most decidedly out of the country. Second, if I was rich I probably would have went to college, and started my dream career off on the right foot. So you know what I say to you being jealous of my space pool….
BLOW ME!
Evidence that I am not rich:
- I drive a Cobalt, nothing wrong with that…right?
- I know at least 7 dishes I can make with ramen noodles.
- People give me spare change when I stand in front of Starbucks with my coffee.
- I have built a shelter out of cardboard and a tarp (in Iraq though, so….does that even count?)
- I eat Jack-in-the-Box tacos even when I’m sober
- My three checking accounts, CD and savings do not add up to $1,000,000 which is the only way to achieve rich status.
- I’ve never received a hummer in an H2; only an H1.
- My private plane only seats 4.
- My chain don’t hang low, but that’s just my ice…
So there you have it, maybe I am rich, but only in life and love…
Fuck Iraq in 15 days!!
you’re not rich? so are you saying when you fly me to australia in your private plane we won’t be having caviar and champagne? forget it then. peanuts are for poor people.
JACK IN THE BOX TACOS ARE THE SHIZNIT! I WILL STILL EAT THEM EVEN IF THEY ARE 3 DAYS OLD AND SITTING IN MY FRIDGE.
You fucking rich kid, damn you