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03-05-2005, 11:39 PM
The thunder roared and the pillars of heaven shook.
God himself sat upon his throne and looked in awe at what was created.
On 4 March 2005, the once and future Warrior King and next Commandant of the United States Marine Corps, Grayson Clifton Guthrie, my son, made his entrance into the world. And the nations trembled at the mention of his name.
He came into the world, 8 pounds 10 ounces of romping stomping hell, death, doom and destruction, sounded off because he has a pair, smacked the doctor, grabbed the nearest nurse on the ass, kissed his mother on the cheek and looked at his old man as if to say "Saddle up Chief, It's going to be one hell of a ride."
God himself sat upon his throne and looked in awe at what was created.
On 4 March 2005, the once and future Warrior King and next Commandant of the United States Marine Corps, Grayson Clifton Guthrie, my son, made his entrance into the world. And the nations trembled at the mention of his name.
He came into the world, 8 pounds 10 ounces of romping stomping hell, death, doom and destruction, sounded off because he has a pair, smacked the doctor, grabbed the nearest nurse on the ass, kissed his mother on the cheek and looked at his old man as if to say "Saddle up Chief, It's going to be one hell of a ride."