In November 1775, I was born in bomb crater. My mother was an M-16 & my father was the devil. Each moment that I live is an additional threat upon your life. I eat concertina, piss napalm & I can shoot a round through a fleas ass at 300 meters. I travel the globe, festering on anti-Americans everywhere I go, for the love of Mom, Chevrolet, baseball & apple pie. I'm a grunt. I'm the dirty, nasty, stinky, sweaty, filthy, beautiful little ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ that's kept the wolf away from the door for the 225 years. I'm a United States Marine. We look like soldiers, talk like sailors, slap the *beep* out of both of them. We stole the eagle from the Air Force, the rope from the Army & the anchor from the Navy. And on the 7th day, when God rested, we over-ran his perimater and we've been running the show ever since. Warrior by day, lover by night, drunkard by choice, Marine by God. Semper Fidelis.