My legs...and arms...and stomach...
Well, for those who don't know, I am in the Royal Canadian Army Cadets. It blows.
Now tonight we had a sports night. When cadets say that it's going to be a "sports" night, they do in fact mean that it's going to be a "Run until you start to feel sick and get dizzy, then instead of getting some water and having a nice rest, we'll make you do push-ups and Airborne jumping jacks and scissor kicks and then you get to try an play ball hockey against the well rested officers who play in a league, and then if you're a member of the Cool Dumbasses they make you do flag party drill with your eyes closed until the RSM of the corps is happy. Then you get to go home and try and remain conscious long enough to make a half-assed attempt at doing your homework while your parents and sister bitch at you" night. But I'm not bitter. Oh no, not me.
And Pabber, I'm not going to leadership camp.
Now tonight we had a sports night. When cadets say that it's going to be a "sports" night, they do in fact mean that it's going to be a "Run until you start to feel sick and get dizzy, then instead of getting some water and having a nice rest, we'll make you do push-ups and Airborne jumping jacks and scissor kicks and then you get to try an play ball hockey against the well rested officers who play in a league, and then if you're a member of the Cool Dumbasses they make you do flag party drill with your eyes closed until the RSM of the corps is happy. Then you get to go home and try and remain conscious long enough to make a half-assed attempt at doing your homework while your parents and sister bitch at you" night. But I'm not bitter. Oh no, not me.
And Pabber, I'm not going to leadership camp.
posted by Mullet Fish at 10:45 PM
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