Well I didn't get to go home for this Thanksgiving hoe-liday. My sister made sure I didn't miss anything-it went a little somethin like this:
So did you have a good thanksgiving? Forks was different this time. First of all it was weird without you. And then Ronnie wasn't there either. But Aunt Jackie, and her son and his gay friend came. At the dinner table Mike said in a gay voice, "Can you pass the butter please?" Right in front of the gay couple. Mom said she wanted to die. She was so embarrased. The thing is, MIke didn't even know they were gay, and was just being himself. But one of the guys heard him, and just kinda laughed and mimicked him. It was kinda funny. Then there was the usual aunt Tammie screaming "shut the fuck up!" at kelly and who ever else was messing around. Then she proceeded to grab a stick from her mantle and chase after them with it. It was great.

Yeah I missed all that while I was chillin outside in the 75 degree Tucson weather...so sad, so sad.

This is what the ROTC junior class did last weekend, written Army style in an Operations Order:

This is strictly tenative, but it gives some order.


Situation:
Friendlies-by the end of the night everyone should be fucking friendly. If
you're not, you haven't drank enough and you're more wrong than two boys
fucking.

Enemies-To coincide with the last statement, THERE SHOULD BE NO ENEMIES, but
possible things include the fuzz (cops), and horrible god damn drivers
ruining my fun fuckin time.

Mission:
To attend the Ice-hockey game and hopefully heckle everyone there to include
players, and fans alike; NLT 1800 on 15NOV02 at grid coordinates (Elzie's
fucking house, I'm not a mapologist I don't know the fucking grid you
asshole).

Execution:
Task Organization:
Nagel-call the civic center and see if you can reserve a block of tickets
for 35-40 (make sure that you don't committ to buying them, just reserve
them and tell who we are)

Elzie-Make sure your house doesn't move, and I fuckin mean it. (and ensure
that everyone know's how to get there)

Under Agers-stay sober enough to drive to the game and home. You will
intoxicate yourself in the post game ceremonies.

21 and older-Bring booze to Elzie's house, enough for pre/post game events.

ALL MSIII's-Be at Elzie's no later than 1800 on friday night, with obnoxious
outfits on!!

Order of Movement: Everyone load your asses into as many vehicles as have
designated drivers and prepare to roll.


Service & Support:
Who gives a shit, there's enough info already dissiminated to have an idea
of what's going on.

Command & Signal:
Upon the evenings events we need to determine a new MSIII motto, so someone
better do some dumb shit!!!

Challenge and Password: Beardown followed by MOTHER FUCKER
Number combination: 24 (I know its supposed to be an odd number but there
are 24 cans in a case, 24 hours in a day, and last year I was 24 years old)
Running password: Grandilequent

Call signs:
Boenitz-Whiskey Tango (or Maverick)
Ellsworth -cockblock
Thomas- Turd burgler
Caffarel -cupcake
McMillian-princess

If you have any questions feel free to call me at 1-800-EAT-SHIT, no really
you can call me at 9-1-1.

--MFIC (mother fucker in charge)