Army Convention

My journey has taken me to some fantastic places the last 3 months.  But, somehow I was lucky enough to get into the 2010 AUSA show in DC and get to play with guns, and drink free beer, and see booth babes and battle with gigantic military robots (relatively speaking).

Get to the choppa, bitches!  I'll hold them off!

Strap myself in, because I'm on an express elevator to hell; going down, bitches!

I'm making a hole in the wall and driving this thing to RFD for happy hour, bitches!

I'm not a afraid of a bunch of derka, derka jihadists!  You can call the 

shotgun seat. I call hood, bitches!

How the hell did I get to the choppa before all you bitches? Bitches be slow!

No I won't take it back! Yo momma so easy, she was finger cuffed by Johnny 5

and ED-209 with a can of wd-40!

Ladies, calm down. There's enough of this Pentagon Bear to go around. 

Now get me a beer and make me a samich!

I feel like I'm back in Nam.  Damn you Charlie!!

Winnie The Pooh once asked me, "How can you shoot women & children?! " 

I replied, "It's easy--you just don't lead them as much, bitch"

Want to get High?...On the Seas, Bitches!

So after my crazy, super fantastic adventure on the Jersey shore (no fist pumping for me, thank you very much), I decided to go on a cruise.  The life of an escaped Pentagon bear is not for the faint of heart.

I missed my calling as a Somalian Bear Pirate.  

It's not even Friday up in here, Bitches!

What the hell is this? This better not be a Mapplethorpe exhibit!

Too much Happy Hour fun.

Help! Aunt Jemima is real and she's done gone crazy!

This is my bed! I called it first, bitches!

Hanging out on the street corner holla'en at some mighty fine bitches. What? Land Shark? WTF are you talking about?

No I won't take it back! Yo momma so fat she look like a megalodon with a weave