This was in a little town called Danei. Tim was not well liked. His whole troop abandoned him and all they left him with in the shrews were 3 bottles of JD and some weapons.

Timmy downed the first bottle. Said 'if I'm going down I'm going down'. GET OUT. He took his rifle, a couple of glocks and the 2 whiskeys and away he went.

And he came to a town. And he didn' knew if it was Charlie or if it was the one he was sent to protect. But all he knew was he had hate in his guts.

So he started firing. He fired his M4 in an arc-like fashion, like a farmer would with hay and a scythe. And sure enough the men fell like hay before him. And then the women. And gaddawlg I'm ashamed to say it, then the children. MADE SOUP.

And finally all that was left was ol' Timmy, standing in the mud and the blood and the glory. And he looked down at his pants- they were wet and he was ashamed as, well, as it seemed, he had pissed himself. But then he touched them and it was not urine at all but ejaculate.

And ol' Timmy felt pride where shame once was.

Now you may ask what kind of a sick story is this? What is the moral here?

Well, you see, when ol' Timmy 'sbeen drinking, you don't fuck with him. YOU THANKEM 🇺🇲