Fighting Douchebag from the sky…
Trips and falls, then starts to cry…
That’s all I’ve got so far, but I promise to keep working on it. In the meantime go over to Iowahawk and read more about our favorite faux Ranger. It is entertaining to say the least.
Marcus
P.S.
You can tell an Airborne Ranger by his haircut!
BY HIS HAIRCUT!
You can tell an Airborne Ranger by his haircut!
BY HIS HAIRCUT!
‘Cause it’s cut in a patch, and it looks like a snatch, you can tell and Airborne Ranger by his haircut!
BY HIS HAIRCUT!
He’s the source, of Milblog’s jest,
Yes he is, Jessie Macbeth.
Moonbats flocked to his light,
They cried ‘Oh, pity his plight’
When the truth came into play,
They pulled their print, on that same day.
“Silver wings, upon his chest,
I am one of America’s best.”
A pridefull smile upon his face,
As Jessie sleeps at his workplace.
Still there’s some out on the fringe,
What they say, will make you cringe.
Hear them cry, “what if it’s true?”
Well does it matter if your source lied to you?
I didn’t know that you were such a poet. I’m impressed.
There once was a Ranger MacBeth
With tales of murder and death
But those with a brain
Called it a feign
While liberals were all out of breath
Very good, BLT.