Surrender, Surrender

Like so many things before it, the seven weeks of BMT only got better towards the very end. You genuinely start bonding with some of the people in there, making fun of Dickrinse, whom you might remember from a previous post. We have since decided to codename him "Cock Marshal" and his ability to melt into the walls whenever there is work to be done isn't really helping his reputation.

Cock Marshal is also the undisputed king of awkward situations, which you might also remember. For some reason, he likes to strut into my bunk and just sit on the chairs which are situated right in the middle of the room. We (a.k.a people who actually BELONG in the bunk) will just give each other that "What the lanjiao?" look while he continues sitting comfortably on OUR chair. We can at least take comfort in the fact that he washes himself enough not to dirty the furniture in our bunk.

There was this other time when he came walked into the bunk when everyone else was just chilling out or resting. Someone was playing a PSP so Cock Marshal (CM) started an incredibly involving conversation:

CM: Wah, is that a PSP?
PSP guy: ...Yes.
CM: What game you playing?
PSP guy: Bomberman. (or something)
CM: Wah.
PSP guy: Yeah
CM: ...
CM: ...

What followed this was so inspirational that I...I...I think I need TO WRITE A HAIKU!

Awkward silence, time flies by
Wah, A Pee Ass Pee?
Should have left then, you cock head

He stayed for a while more, scanning the room with his freakishly large eyes before leaving with a "Okay, bye guys!". Of course, everyone got up and shook his hand and patted his back warmly when he left because he was such a welcome guest.