women!! my guitar, singin, and really just hangin out with ny freinds. i try to skateboard with them but i really aint that good..im ok i guess, but anyway... well i like other things to but you'll just have to ask me about then if you wanna know.
carlose mencia, dane cook, william shakespear, jim carryA
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sublime jack johnson th eagles cinderalla the rolling stones conway twitty elvis areosmith kiss poison breaking benjemen staind soil lamb of god THE BEATLES! caig morgan josh turner the commadors the temptaions lenny willams malford milligan and a whole lot of other stuff to...yea im divers i know.
anything funny or that will keep me on the edge of my seat. i particulerly like chick ficks...call me gay but i LOVE a walk to remember!
i dont really watch that much tv....but when i am im watching, Mind of Mencia, Family Guy, The Fresh Prince of Bel-Air, South Park, Miami Ink and anything on the military channel...but like i said i dont really watch a lot of tv..lol
the green angel by alice hoffman the hatchet by gary paulson
my uncle micheal,micheal rudder,chris bohna,brian brown,nathan wilson, and eveyone who fights for my country.......The average age of the military man is 19 years. He is a short haired, tight-muscled kid, who, under normal circumstances, is considered by society as half man, half boy. Not yet dry behind the ears, not old enough to buy a beer, but old enough to die for his country. He never really cared much for work, and he would rather wax his own car than wash his father's, but he has never collected unemployment either. He's a recent High School graduate; he was probably an average student, pursued some form of sport!activities, drives a ten year old jalopy, and has a steady girlfriend that either broke up with him when he left, or swears to be waiting when he returns from half a world away. He listens to rock and roll or hip-hop or rap or jazz or swing. He is 10 or 15 pounds lighter now than when he was at home, because he is working or fighting from before dawn to well after dusk. He has trouble spelling, thus letter writing is a pain for him, but he can field strip a rifle in 30 seconds and reassemble it in less time in the dark. He can recite to you the nomenclature of a machine gun or grenade launcher, and use either one effectively, if he must. He digs foxholes and latrines, and can apply first aid like a professional. He can march until he is told to stop, or stop until he is told to march. He obeys orders instantly and without hesitation, but he is not without spirit or individual dignity. He is self-sufficient. He has two sets of fatigues. He washes one, and wears the other. He keeps his canteens full and his feet dry. He sometimes forgets to brush his teeth, but never to clean his rifle. He can cook his own meals, mend his own clothes, and fix his own hurts. If you're thirsty, he'll share his water with you; if you are hungry, his food. He'll even split his ammunition with you in the midst of battle when you run low. He has learned to use his hands like weapons, and weapons like they were his hands. He can save your life or take it, because that is his job. He will often do twice the work of a civilian, draw half the pay, and still find ironic humor in it all. He has seen more suffering and death than he should have, in his short lifetime. He has stood atop mountains of dead bodies, and helped to create them. He has wept in public and in private, for friends who have fallen in combat, and is unashamed. He feels every note of the National Anthem vibrate through his body, while at rigid attention, while tempering the burning desire to