Nazis, your post was easily the most compelling, insightful, penetrating thing I've ever read on this thread. I have absolutely no idea what it means. But your subtle interweaving of the subtexts of Man vs. God and the question of whether existence precedes consciousness or consciousness creates existence...scintillating stuff. The part about the chicks and the bowling pin was really good, too, but I don't know if I agree with your conclusions regarding the giant vat of canned peaches.
Translate that if you think you can, m*th*r f*ck*rs.
There is no "rank" in M.O.M. Unless we're referring to that leftover chimichanga someone shoved behind the case of Pabst Blue Ribbon then forgot in the aerodrome fridge after the poker game back in, what? June? I think the honor of KP duty should fall to the highest scoring Ace in the squad, so Strach, strap on a hazmat suit and get scrubbin', sport.
Thanks for the generous words, SheiBe, but we are ALL co-founders of M.O.M. (until we figure out how to monetize it, then of course it was entirely my idea)
Zandor, you had Senor Webb in 10th grade Spanish?! Me too! What're the odds?! I learned all manner of useful stuff in that class, like how to say, "Where is the vomitorium?", "How much for your daughters?...No, all three." and "Do you have any canned peaches today?" I love me some romance languages, y'betcha.