The Boat Life Aint For Everybody
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A Clean Well-Lighted Stealth Spot
A fellow stealth camper
Live Free On Nevada Street
IMAGINE sleeping in a barrack with seventy dudes. I think it was seventy, maybe less, maybe more. I’ll ask A.I., he/she/it knows everything. Yeah, my memory served me well, it was around seventy. Imagine sleeping in a single sized bunk in a long row of bunks. Bunks occupied with farting, snoring, whimpering recruits. Some snore really loud. One night I screamed in my sleep at a snorer, awoke the entire company, only to learn of it at Reveille. Well, but…
White Trash At The White House
The White-Trash-In-Chief pretending to pray.