Welcome aboard SGT.Thompson.

Hey beers on you!!!
Welcome onboard, nice to meet ya

Welcome aboart Top!

Top of th mornin ladies and gents. I used to hang around another site,just found this one. Th name is Mike,and I enjoy watching spirited debate,sometimes entering myself,but moreso watching. I was known as somewhat of a class clown,just wondering if one is needed here My background...My father was in the forces back in th sixtys. When I was seventeen I was turned down for Cdn forces duty because of my indescretions as a youth, spent th next years regretting decisions made.Always supporting th troops,wether its pickin up a tab at a table of em,or thanking them when I can. I always worked to support myself,only bein unemployed when I can afford to be so. I'm pretty sure judging from some of th names I see, I might be known to some here. Hopefully we all reailze there are always two sides to a story.

Welcome Mike, beers are on the newbie===YOU!!

As long as it's COLD!!!

Welcome aboard Mike I won't be chosey like thegunny I drink Home Brew or good old Sanmiguel just don't offer thegunny a Wild Turkey it lights up his eyes

Jim beam
on the rocks please

I thank you gent's fer th hearty welcome I filled th cooler in back with many cases of our finest canuck brew. Be seein you around.

Ahh...'Moose-Juice' TKS! spikerzzz

and welcome!

Hello,is anybody there that have account in www.aafes.com anybody should get back to me

Why?

Question? Where did napoloen get off to?

I dunno. He dropped by a while ago after a long absence and then was off again....I miss him.

One Star Hangover (*)

No pain. No real feeling of illness. You’re able to function relatively well. However, you are still parched. You can drink 5 cokes and still feel this way. For some reason, you are craving a steak & fries.

Two Star Hangover (**)

No pain, but something is definitely amiss. You may look okay, but you have the mental capacity of a staple gun. The coffee you are chugging is only increasing your rumbling gut, which is still tossing around the fruity pancake from the 3:00 AM Waffle House excursion. There is some definite havoc being wreaked upon your bowels.

Three Star Hangover (***)

Slight headache. Stomach feels crappy. You are definitely not productive. Anytime a girl walks by you gag because her perfume reminds you of the flavored schnapps shots your alcoholic friends dared you to drink. Life would be better right now if you were home in your bed watching Lucy reruns. You’ve had 4 cups of coffee, a gallon of water, 3 iced teas and a diet Coke–yet you haven’t peed once.

Four Star Hangover (****)

Life sucks. Your head is throbbing. You can’t speak too quickly or else you might puke. Your boss has already lambasted you for being late and has given you a lecture for reeking of booze. You wore nice clothes, but that can’t hide the fact that you only shaved one side of your face. For the ladies, it looks like you put your make-up on while riding the bumper cars. Your eyes look like one big red vein, and even your hair hurts. Your ass is in perpetual spasm, and the first of about five shits you take during the day brings water to the eyes of everyone who enters the bathroom.

Five Star Hangover (*****)

You have a second heartbeat in your head, which is actually annoying the employee who sits in the next cube. Vodka vapor is seeping out of every pore and making you dizzy. You still have toothpaste crust in the corners of your mouth from brushing your teeth in an attempt to get the remnants of the poop fairy out. Your body has lost the ability to generate spit so your tongue is suffocating you. You don’t have the foggiest idea who the hell the stranger was passed out in your bed this morning. Any attempt to take a dump results in a fire hose like discharge of alcohol-scented fluid with a rare ‘Floater’ thrown in. The sole purpose of this ‘Floater’ seems to be to splash the toilet water all over your ass. Death sounds pretty good about right now…