QUOTE (Nam Quoc Son Ha @ May 29 2004, 08:14 AM)
Oh tattra, why must you fu-k around with RockHeart's mind?

...because Rock loves this stuff. He'd always come back for more
QUOTE (Rock)
Hey Tattra!!! You must confess by yourself about your secret issue that you had been done in the past!!! SO?? the all readers are not feeling shock and panic after reading it!! Otherwise they are going to commit you for all conceal grave politic...Then you have no way to demonstrade the problem...So?? confess it now is not too late yet!!
OK Rock, I'll confess now and it'll be the end of the story, alright ! We're getting way off topic here, my friend.
So here you go, my confession:
My name is Thạch Tâm (A.K.A Tim Đá or Rock Heart). I was born in Tây Ninh province of South Vietnam. Our family has been farmers for three generations and life was simple. Everyday, we ate pork and Vietnamese style sour soup. I love all kinds of pork.
Unfortunately, damn Yankees invaded my beloved Vietnam and we had to stand up to fight the aggressive imperialists. So I joinned the Vietnamese communist party, when I was ten years old. Under the leadership of Uncle Ho, I learned how to read, write and shoot at the same time. Then, went on to fight the Americans on the battlefield, alongside my beloved Vietcong brothers. The struggle against imperialism was tough. Sometimes I stayed hungry for days (and missed my pork so much) and sometimes, I ran and prayed like hell when the dirty B52s came. But that wasn't the end, an American grenade exploded nearby one fateful day and took both of my testicles away from me. And that was the end of my dream of marrying a girl from Hanoi.
Now I'm floating around AF, talking to my beloved Viet brother tattra, and that is my only goal for now !!! j/k