The war is over and my head hurts.

Well this story takes place along time ago when I was about 24 or so I can't really remember, maybe cause I am old, but anyway it all started in the year 2045 when I was about 24, wait I already said that didn't I.

Reporter: uh yes sir you did, but can I ask you what the war between gundam and the other non important people was like and how it affected you in your ways.

Well I think it affected me in a couple of ways one is that back in the war we had to eat a lot of wheat and now everyday I take a crap more then at least 20 times a day maybe it is just me but damn that is a lot of clogs to go through. And second I pick my nose a lot because in the war there was nothing else to do but fight and pick your nose, I mean once and awhile I would go behind a bush or something and screw my commanding officer she respected me the best with my 13''…….

Reporter: uh ok sir that is enough, anyway what type of weapons were used and what were some of the mobile suits used called.

Well that is a good question we had buster rifles and beam cannons and Vulcan cannons and sniper rifles and canister rifles and m-140 Macalister launchers and boncons charges and well they were all very effective for the common soilder and that is why I am going to show you this small version of this beam cannon. ::pulls a beam cannon out of his pack:: ah what a beauty this is ::points it at the reporter:: what do you think alien asshole?

Reporter: what sir what are you talking about I um am not an alien

Hey why are you talking in bold then that is a sign of an alien the next would be when you get nerves you fart.

::farts a large riiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiip:: ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh mmmmmm so smelly.

::fires his bean cannon at the reporter hitting him in the stoch making him blow into nothing::

note: if you thought this was funny and want me to write another one just e-mail me at 006g@aol.com or just review it and ladies if you ever have aol and wanna chat just instant message me. And I don't own any gundam wing stuff