BAGHDAD, Iraq — Ohhhh snap, it’s on! Yeah, you heard right. IT. IS. ON! We all done sent the 82 Airborne and they’re ripping into Baghdad to defend freedom, drink them some Rip Its, and paint them some rocks!
We gonna drop those 82 bubbas and shealas right on top of that Iran-whatever-it-is junk going down up in there.
And they are gonna to kick some serious ass. When it comes to rock painting, shit burning, and a bit of that good ole porta-john loving stuff.
They are gonna to paint the red rocks, the black rocks, a few yellow rocks, and you know they’re thinking about painting the green rocks.
Our mommies and daddies painted rocks in the desert, we painted rocks all up on that same desert, and now it’s about time the next generation gets a chance to paint them some rocks.
These kids today don’t know the beautiful feelings associated with building massive unit-focused monuments to six-month-long deployments for months at a time, only to see those monuments destroyed the minute we leave. It’s about time those feelings get passed on down.
We haven’t been this excited since, well, 1990. 2003? Nah.
Or wait, no, since 2014. Cause we got us a 2020 disco dance date with Iraq again, and you know they’re gonna dance the night away with us till the break of dawn.