Hey man where the hell are you going we are supposed to be in the motorpool. Well the boot weasel caught me at the gate this morning and pointed out in front of the
Sergeant Major that my boots were fucked up. So now I have to go to Mount Olympus this afternoon to show him that I am really squared away. Well it sounds to me that the boot weasel pulled out his
ball bag musket and put his
balls in your mouth. No man it felt like doing the hamstring stretch standing while someone put their vein laden meat pipe in my ass.