Paradise

Whos ur daddy.

yo mamas daddy is back from a 3 day stay in a foreign land.

my buddy is constantly losing stuff. this week he lost his belt, some army issued equips which i am not allowed to say.

the funniest thing is when he opened his locker:

him: hmm some thing is missing

me: what you lost something again?

him: i cant seem to find my belt

me: did u bring it home?

him: no i am sure i did not

i open my cupboard

me: omg some thing is weird, wheres my underwear?!

he screamed
him: oh-em-gee (yes he really did use that) there is a ghost!

me: poltergeist is guess. and oh i found my underwear. i guess it goes for your stuff only.

what a noob. he told me he bitches about me to his friends and i told him i have a 6 paged diary entry about him waiting to be accidentally leaked into to press.

oh speaking of diary, i have decided to keep a daily journal of my day in writing cause i guess its free-er than blogging so i guess i wont be blogging much about my life in paradise of sweat, sun and body odour.

to those military personals who are paid to track blogs and facebook accounts: Get a proper job, in fact, get a life for that matter.