#manimal jacks

Hitman Two Two, team Two, 2-2 as the chaotic family of lovey dovey parents and 3 troubled kids 🤡❤️

in other words is a poorly edited video that i tried to make it aesthetic but it clearly failed to appreciate Hitman Two Two because they're the cutest 🤸🏼💓

“So, sir, what do you think is going to happen?” Jacks asked the question, but he spoke for the other, and all eyes settled on me. Sitting around and talking with the platoon was my favorite pastime in Iraq. Sometimes I’d come up with new topics because I didn’t want the conversations to end.“

Stafford: Yo, Manimal, got the maz 40 from the Lt. Screwby.

Jacks: Dammit Stafford, don’t call me ‘Manimal’, fuck, it’s just a name Rudy made. Fucking Rudy, fucking around. 

Stafford: A-frim, Corporal Jacks. 

Jacks: I’m gonna get my teeth fixed I just didn’t have time to get the new teeth made before we stepped off. Fuck you man, it’s not like I wanna walk around without teeth.

Stafford: How did you fuck up your grill, man?

Jacks: Brother shot ‘em out with a BB gun when we were playing.

Stafford: Screwby.

Jacks: You know man, I don’t know we’re gonna make it out of here. I don’t know, I just got a really bad feeling about this. 

Stafford: Way I see it, I’m gonna be the last motherfucker breathing. I mean, I may go down but, I ain’t going down without my GAT in hand taking out as many motherfuckers as I can. 

Jacks: Yeah seriously.

Stafford: No man I am serious.

Jacks: If I get killed over here my wife will win the fucking lottery. Damn sure of that. Signed on the dotted line every fucking policy they got.

Stafford: She still back in Reno?

Jacks: No man, I finally got her and the boys up to oceanside. Told her I’d get some decent housing, they put us up in the fucking ghetto base houses. 

Stafford: That shit is all jacked up.

Jacks: I’m telling you, man my wife is gonna leave me, she’s gonna take my boys and she gonna fucking leave me, I know it.

Stafford: Man that’s just, that’s just screwby.

Jacks: I’m telling you the only thing out here that’s motivating me out here is I just want to see my boys one more time. That’s like the one good thing about getting a girlfriend pregnant in high school, I’m going to be able to sit down and legally drink a beer with my oldest son before I’m forty.

Stafford: That’s screwby, dawg.

Jacks: Yeah, I guess so. 

Stafford: Shit, I’ll tell you what motivates me.

Jacks: What’s that? 

Stafford: Fucking doing that hard shit man, I just want to do the hardest shit, see how far I can get. That’s why I joined the Marine Corps. I was sitting home in Florida working as a cook, watching all the bullshit people from my high school doing the same old same old. That’s why I wanna do something hard, fuck, like motherfucking hard, you know? 

Jacks: Fuck man, we are in it right now. 

Stafford: Yeah, but that’s not what I’m saying, man. Ain’t like it’s supposed to be, doing fucking ‘drive-bys’ from our trucks that shit ain’t what I signed up for. 

Jacks: Shit, I signed up ‘cause I like being outdoors. Like working with my hands.

Stafford: You like that?

Jacks: Yeah, back home I was a tree-trimmer around powerlines. It was good, I’m telling you. Fuck it, signed up. 

Stafford: Had to be a warrior.

Jacks: No, it was the health insurance. I couldn’t get health insurance for my tree-trimming job. I was delivering pizza’s too, you know you can’t get injured doing that shit. Nah, Marine Corps. was the only one that let me enlist with my wife and kids, and still able to get full health benefits. 

Stafford: Hold Up. You came all the way out to Iraq, for health insurance? 

Jacks: Yeah. Fucking screwby, huh?

Stafford: (wheeze)