The USMC is over 225 years of romping, stomping, hell, death and destruction. The finest fighting machine the world has ever seen. We were born in a bomb crater, our mother was an M-16 and our father was the devil.
Each moment that I live is an additional threat upon your life. I am a rough looking, roving warrior of the whole damn globe. I am cocky, self-centered, overbearing, and I do not know the meaning of fear, for I am fear itself. I am a green, amphibious monster made of blood and guts who arose from the sea, feasting on anti-Americans throughout the globe. Whenever it may arise, and when my time comes, I will die a glorious death on the battle field, giving my life to Mama, the Corps, and the American flag.
We stole the eagle from the Air Force, the anchor from the Navy, and the rope from the Army. On the 7th day, while God rested, we overran his perimeter and stole the globe, and we've been running the show ever since. We live like soldiers and talk like sailors and make both of them look like fucking pacifists because we are the mother fucking American samurai. We are the Spartans of the modern fucking future, and nobody can outfight, outdrink, outfuck, outman the fucking Marines, because we are PT GODS! Warrior by day, lover by night, drunkard by choice, Marine Corps by good Goddamn luck! SEMPER FI MOTHER FUCKERS!
Also, shorthand for Davamoto.
Also used as a short replacement of the word motocross by the riders.
2. You ridin moto today?
Master Of The Obvious: Someone who tries to come across as a skilled conversationalist, but due to stupidity or a shallow personality merely makes remarks about the (painfully) obvious.
Jack: "Oh, what a brilliant observation, you MOTO."