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@Bubonem I've been arrested before a couple times so that probably isn't a good start

wat?

for an intel breach?

or leak i should say

Eat your pepperoni pizza

@Bubonem nah, B&E and shit like that hahah

B&E?

Breaking and entering

ah

Yeah

well i dont care about that

I was a minor all those times I got arrested though so I can still serve in the military too hahah

>swedish kissing

if it helps im currently looking for an itel job

intel* snowden and manning kinda fucked us because of their leaks

Anyway, I had fun trolling you people

somewhat of a funny story

Bye

@Bubonem is it bad that I think Snowden did the right thing?

i think he did but he fucked us

hard

>this triggers euros

@Bubonem So we're you in the NSA?

it use to be where you could join with a high school diploma

no

Or like

i was in the army

no triple aaa agency

Ah I see I'm going for the army soon

its a good place to be but it takes time to get use to

He was a friend to man, and he lived
In a house by the side of the road -- Homer

There are hermit souls that live withdrawn
In the place of their self-content;
There are souls like stars, that dwell apart,
In a fellowless firmament;
There are pioneer souls that blaze their paths
Where highways never ran --
But let me live by the side of the road
And be a friend to man.

Let me live in a house by the side of the road,
Where the race of men go by --
The men who are good and the men who are bad,
As good and as bad as I.
I would not sit in the scorner's seat,
Or hurl the cynic's ban --
Let me live in a house by the side of the road
And be a friend to man.

I see from my house by the side of the road,
By the side of the highway of life,
The men who press with the ardor of hope,
The men who are faint with the strife.
But I turn not away from their smiles nor their tears,
Both parts of an infinite plan --
Let me live in a house by the side of the road
And be a friend to man.

I know there are brook-gladdened meadows ahead
And mountains of wearisome height;
That the road passes on through the long afternoon
And stretches away to the night.
But still I rejoice when the travelers rejoice,
And weep with the strangers that moan,
Nor live in my house by the side of the road
Like a man who dwells alone.

Let me live in my house by the side of the road --
It's here the race of men go by.
They are good, they are bad, they are weak, they are strong,
Wise, foolish -- so am I;
Then why should I sit in the scorner's seat,
Or hurl the cynic's ban?
Let me live in my house by the side of the road
And be a friend to man.