Dont tell me your sad story

Sup folks. Here's another healthy dose of Army Lessons from your author.

Only have 2 spare hp batteries to last you for a week, but you still have to report for girlfriend duty everynight on the phone and at the same time throw insults via sms to the faggy retards that you call friends? And WHAT? ur girlfriend wont stop whining on the phone about that broken toe nail she got when she accidentally kicked the door frame hence depriving you of precious battery power?


Fret not. You have a couple of options. Tell her that she is stupid enough if she kicks the door frame and place ur hp faraway frm ur ears as she slams the phone on you, or you can do it the Army way.


gf: "My toe nail broke when i accidentally kicked the door frame today *whiny tone*"
you: "Oh dear. Dont tell me ur sad story..."

You still have to place ur hp faraway from ur ears, but at least you can blame ur commanders for imparting that phrase to you. Cheers.

Here's how we usually use it in the army.

Sgt: Why are u all late?
Soldier: Cause we need to clear our bunk's rubbish and...
Sgt: *cutting in impatiently* Dont tell me ur sad story lah. Whole lot knock it down!

I wonder, what's the point in asking us for the reason if he's not interested in the first place? Oh yes, in case you were wondering, you should just buy enough spare batteries to last you at least two weeks in camp. Or just bring a charger lah, just dont get caught or I will not listen to ur sad story dude.