You might remember Mike Wilson from when we discussed him last month. He was a secret squirrel First Lieutenant who looks like he’s about twelve years old. Well, you guys have been picking on him and, gosh darn it, he’s not taking it anymore;
Yeah, the reason we can’t find him listed anywhere is because he’s such special secret killer. We’ve never heard that before, have we? Yeah, the Army changed my name after I was discharged, too, but only because some retarded clerk can’t spell.
Anyway, Sporkmaster found some conversations from when Wilson sought solace in the arms of Breanna Manning;
I hope you feel better, Mike, ya turd burglar, you. And before you ask, I don’t know if these conversations took place before or after Manning’s incarceration.
Category: Phony soldiers