Drill inspector.

Yep. DANG straight, I am bad. Bad as it gets. Rap the chains on my wrists and put a muzzle on my mouth! PIGS!​

I no longer think fighting people with just fists is fun, now I've picked up the habit of picking up anything near me to hit them with. I now fight very dirty. Beware of the stiiick. ~.~ it shall get you! Or bat, what's the difference. Mwahahah!

Straightening my hair is such a pain in the ass, I haven't brushed my hair in forever. I look like shit all the time, I can't help it.

Well more details on that, i'm the new drill inspector. Really. Major appointed me to it since Jamica messed up bad the other day.

COMPANY! TEN HUT!
DRESS RIGHT DRESS!
READY FRONT! COVER!
FROM FRONT TO REAR COUNT OFF!
COUNT OFF!
FORM UP FOR PT! MAAARCH!
READY FRONT
COVER!
CLOSE!
DRESS RIGHT DRESS
READY FRONT! COVER!
RIGHT FACE! LEFT FACE!
MARCH!

That's the order to begin marching, well our marching. It's easy to remember. I love it. Never felt so special, daddy was a squad leader in the Militairy. Squad leaders yell SQUAD after I yell COMPANY! then I say TEN HUT!

Your drill inspector is going to sleep..

Love,
Peachy

 

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