Oh yeah. I need to renew my passport soon, and that’s why I was thinking of being able to get the form online and renew, though I forget it’d be by mail.
Nice boobs!
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I’m waiting impatiently for them, here on Maple Street…
How far away is the next post office? Seriously.
That’s the id talking, isn’t it?
You clearly have not played Doom3 where you are the only space marine in existence that has to switch between gun and flashlight.
You can’t execute a passport application in front of just any ol’ postal clerk. The person must be designated as a passport agent and such designation comes after training. Sometimes there’s only one such person designated at the local mail shack and that person may be absent for a number of reasons, to include illness, injury, vacation, transfer, or retirement.
(on edit) For the last few years of my time in the Navy, I was a designated Passport Agent. Had a couple of interesting incidents in that collateral duty!
No, they have to be equipped to convict the application, clean up the blood, and weigh and measure the corpse for official credit towards your limit.
Aw, jeez, now I have to get my darn passport card in another city, apply for some new huntin’ card at WalMart, think about boobs, feel bad about being a dick to Frank, boobs. Boobs!
I thought the OP was starting a new thread with the same case-law as the thread above it.
Ah, but Doom 3 is far different than Dooms 1 and 2, isn’t it. I bet the instruction manual doesn’t even describe you as “the toughest space trooper ever to suck vacuum.” John Romero, the crazy bugger, didn’t even work on it, right?
A-Mother Fucking-Men!
I was just playing some Doom this weekend. I wish all games held up that well.
Just when I thought Doom couldn’t get any better, Doom II added the double-barreled shotgun.
Many an hour was whiled away playing 1 v 1 deathmatch on level one. Get 'im in the back when he goes for the rocket launcher. Desperately dodge around the corner as he tries to BFG you in the hallway. Double shotgun battles in the blue room. O Absalom, where has my youth gone??