April 2008
I enjoyed my time in blue. Other than the excessive politically correct bullshit and chick-coddling that was and is more apparent in the AF than any other branch of the military, I view it as how things should be run in the military. Efficient, clean, classy, detailed, and cool. Not to mention the kickass food. Unfortunately, too much hell-raising, drinkin' and booty calls on my part caused my early dismissal. I wasn't helped by the fact that I was stuck with a butter-bar bitch lieutenant straight out of the Academy who was permanently on the rag. We had a, uh, personality conflict that basically greased the skids for my shitcanning. I felt like the dude on "Driving Miss Daisy".
Let me tell you about her tart, strawberry shortcake board stuck up her ass self: One week we had a base-wide field exercise in which we were all getting slammed with duties and details up the ass. Our office was getting calls from civilians nonstop sqwauking about their cattle and animals being spooked by the aircraft noise. During the busiest day in the afternoon, she said fuck it and announced she was going home, and straight took off. I know rank has its privileges, but goddam! I mean, this is like, a mission going on here? That little tidbit somehow never came to light during all the time she was dogging the shit out of me.
Fuck you, Miss Buttercup. Fuck you in your whipped cream apricot pudding ass, heifer.
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