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| Author | Topic: PFC Ray Whitney |
| saving private bowman |
posted 8/11/03 9:52 PM
it was many days ago in the jungles of panama where i first met the notourious whitney, (sometimes we called him ray) actual ray was my roomate and we drank a lot, i love beer, ray loved jack daniels, crazy mang just crazy- whats going on brotha? i have to send you this clip of us in panama, your in the latrine getting dressed and i stroll up like ninja with video camera, but thats not even that best part, litsen to what happens next- ray, with his witty instinct spots camera hangin over door, comes around the corner and catches my ass, i pass the camera to fellow G.I beside me for knowing im doomed and camera is expensive and we better get this on tape- ray proceeds to thrash me around like a magnificint great white shark indulging upon baby seal, my leg, my kicking leg, for i either played soccer or softball at the time was in a great deal of pain. lets search for the cause. while i was being thrown around my leg was a dangling and it struck somthing hard like a dryer or maybe a washer. who knows, its on video, does it really matter?, no, what matters is that my leg is better and when i find you raymond whitney i am putting my foot up your ass! thank you very much and good nite |
| Ray Whitney |
posted 8/11/03 10:05 PM
Well young grasshopper, it has been some time since we were together training on the shores of the Panama Canal. I remember that day fondly, as one of the days that a White Irishman defeated the great Vietnamese Ninja Bruce Lee Bowman. I also remember the time that we got locked out of our Hotel area in the islands, and had to scale a barb wired fence to get back to our beer/Jack Daniels. You were pulling on me so hard I was shredded, like an Enron document by the evil barbed wire. Then there was the time that you gave me Lobsters (most people would call them crabs, but those things were too big to be crabs!) Now that I think back, I am suprised that you were ever in the latrine, given that/that is what you used our barracks window for... you remember the one that faced the General's office? Oh! Those were the days! Do you still have the video of our friend that liked to sleep in the latrine? Or our many evenings listenting to Brass Monkey and tearing up the Barracks while drinking that nasty nasty stuff!! You are all dearly missed, and now that I am married. I have to say the following? who are you and what are you talking about? I never did any of that!!!!! Stop stalking me! Love Ray |
| Ray Whitney |
posted 8/11/03 10:06 PM
Well young grasshopper, it has been some time since we were together training on the shores of the Panama Canal. I remember that day fondly, as one of the days that a White Irishman defeated the great Vietnamese Ninja Bruce Lee Bowman. I also remember the time that we got locked out of our Hotel area in the islands, and had to scale a barb wired fence to get back to our beer/Jack Daniels. You were pulling on me so hard I was shredded, like an Enron document by the evil barbed wire. Then there was the time that you gave me Lobsters (most people would call them crabs, but those things were too big to be crabs!) Now that I think back, I am suprised that you were ever in the latrine, given that/that is what you used our barracks window for... you remember the one that faced the General's office? Oh! Those were the days! Do you still have the video of our friend that liked to sleep in the latrine? Or our many evenings listenting to Brass Monkey and tearing up the Barracks while drinking that nasty nasty stuff!! You are all dearly missed, and now that I am married. I have to say the following? who are you and what are you talking about? I never did any of that!!!!! Stop stalking me! Love Ray |
| Ray Whitney |
posted 8/11/03 10:06 PM
Well young grasshopper, it has been some time since we were together training on the shores of the Panama Canal. I remember that day fondly, as one of the days that a White Irishman defeated the great Vietnamese Ninja Bruce Lee Bowman. I also remember the time that we got locked out of our Hotel area in the islands, and had to scale a barb wired fence to get back to our beer/Jack Daniels. You were pulling on me so hard I was shredded, like an Enron document by the evil barbed wire. Then there was the time that you gave me Lobsters (most people would call them crabs, but those things were too big to be crabs!) Now that I think back, I am suprised that you were ever in the latrine, given that/that is what you used our barracks window for... you remember the one that faced the General's office? Oh! Those were the days! Do you still have the video of our friend that liked to sleep in the latrine? Or our many evenings listenting to Brass Monkey and tearing up the Barracks while drinking that nasty nasty stuff!! You are all dearly missed, and now that I am married. I have to say the following? who are you and what are you talking about? I never did any of that!!!!! Stop stalking me! Love Ray |
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Todd (Moderator) |
posted 8/20/03 0:32 AM
Hey Ray, I love ya lots man, but your story only needed told but one time. :) Thanks. LOL just kidding. |
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