WE STOLE THE EAGLE FROM THE AIR FORCE, THE ANCHOR FROM THE NAVY AND THE ROPE FROM THE ARMY.
ON THE SEVENTH DAY WHILE GOD RESTED, WE OVERRAN HIS PERIMETER, STOLE THE GLOBE AND WE'VE BEEN RUNNING THE WHOLE SHOW EVER SINCE.
WE LIVE LIKE SOLDIERS, TALK LIKE SAILORS, AND SLAP THE HELL OUT OF BOTH OF THEM.
WARRIORS BY DAY, LOVERS BY NIGHT, PROFESSIONALS BY CHOICE, AND MARINES BY THE GRACE OF GOD.
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The act of not immediately responding to a text, insta DM, FB message or any other form of social media contact in efforts to not appear too thirsty (too eager to respond). General rule of thumb is to ignore said communication and revisit at a later time.
Bro 1: Bro she just texted me "what r u doin tonight =)" but I'm gonna let that shit marinate
Bro 2: Good call bro, I would say marinate that for at least 15 minutes
Bro 1: Solid timeline bro (raises beer in agreeance)
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sitting around, thinking about something that just happened and letting it soak in.
After losing a hand in poker, he was marinating on it for half an hour
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The Most fucking badass soldiers in the world!!!
Hooah!,Jarhead, Leathernecks, Devil Dogs=Marine
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The next step past being salty, to really let people know that you've been marinating in your emotions.
1. Dude, I'm so marinated from losing that game earlier.
2. I should've scored that goal, I'm marinated.
3. Yo that bish didn't give me head, I'm marinated af.
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The Navy's own Army.
Who needs the Army? Just send the Marines.
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Over two centuries of ramping, stomping, Hell, death and destruction. The finest fighting machine the world has ever seen. They were born in a bomb crater, their mother was a M16, and their father was the devil. Each moment they live is an additional threat upon your life. They eat concertina wire and piss napalm; they can put a round in a flea's ass at 500 meters. They're roughish looking, cocky, self-centered, dirty, nasty, stinky, sweaty, filthy, overbearing, and beautiful sons of a bitches who's kept the wolf away from the door for 235yrs. They don't know the meaning of fear for they are fear itself. They're green amphibious monsters made of blood and guts who arose from the sea. Whose sole purpose in life is to perpetuate death and destruction upon the festering anti-Americans throughout the globe whenever they may arise. When their time comes they'll die a glorious death on the battlefield, giving their life for the brother or sister next to them, family, freedom, God and country. They stole the Eagle from the Air Force, the Anchor from the Navy, and the rope from the Army. Than on the 7th day when God rested they overran his perimeter and stole the Globe so they've been running the show ever since. They live like soldiers, talk like sailors, but will slap the shit out of both of them. They're Fighters by day, Lovers by night, Drunkards by choice, but a United States Marine by the act of God.
If you can read this thank a Teacher, if you can read this in English thank a Marine
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