Serious Mischief

Byron In Exile

Frederick Fucking Chopin
Joined
May 3, 2002
Posts
66,591
Sign on, if you like.

First twelve are in.

Not much sex.

Just... not a lot, k?
 
does this make me a apostle?
It makes you one of the best of the submarine crew.

Phelia's running things, I'm XO (due to the fact that I'm usually drunk and yell at people which someone has to do), and you've been assigned to the torpedo room with John Doe. This guy knows stuff. Trust me, he knows this shit. So, your main task will be to absorb all of his knowledge in case he unfortunately dies in some sort of unpredictable accident.

And sleeping in a bunk next to smelly men might seem bad at first, but trust me, it'll get easier as it goes.

Also, many sperms. So there's that.
 
Estne volumen in toga, an solum tibi libet me videre? ;)
 
We're co-captains, but she outranks me.

I can only override her orders by calling a vote, and that's some messy business.

She's the fucking President.

I'd have to call the cabinet, and I don't even like those people.

They're fucking stooges.
 
We're co-captains, but she outranks me.

I can only override her orders by calling a vote, and that's some messy business.

She's the fucking President.

I'd have to call the cabinet, and I don't even like those people.

They're fucking stooges.

Careful, remember what happened last time when you ended up in the brig without trousers, blankets or chew toys...
 
:rose::rose::rose::heart:
Let's do it!
They really built this? It's not a mock up or something?

This thing could park a couple of hundred warheads off of New York or Washington, and nobody would know anything until it was all over.
 
The United States put so much money into developing many submarines.

Many submarines.

Always, production.

But the Soviet Union put one tenth of that cost into making one submarine, which could decimate the US.

The most advanced submarine ever to sail.

They called it, "Red October."
 
That is such a powerful statement.

Once in my brief life I would love to be listening to some sort of bullshit, turn to someone else, and say, "open the outer doors."
 
We're co-captains, but she outranks me.

I can only override her orders by calling a vote, and that's some messy business.

She's the fucking President.
Is that the fucking President, or the Fucking President? Because I really, really want to get laid today, and thus far there's about 0% of that happening. Argh.
 
Back
Top