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We had a fuckwad that was somehow skiving on drinking water. We took a formation run in early September and the fuck passed out. They have corpsmen standing by with a core thermometer to make sure it's not heat stroke. That thing is like the size of a fucking cucumber but made of glass and there's no time for lube. Fucker woke up and screamed like a little bitch. A platoon of 4th Battalion (women recruits) ran by us and their DI gave them permission to laugh at the dude.
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You little son of a bitch ball! Why you don't you just go HOME? That's your HOME! Are you too good for your HOME? ANSWER ME! SUCK MY WHITE ASS, BALL!
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You little son of a bitch ball! Why you don't you just go HOME? That's your HOME! Are you too good for your HOME? ANSWER ME! SUCK MY WHITE ASS, BALL!
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You little son of a bitch ball! Why you don't you just go HOME? That's your HOME! Are you too good for your HOME? ANSWER ME! SUCK MY WHITE ASS, BALL!
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You little son of a bitch ball! Why you don't you just go HOME? That's your HOME! Are you too good for your HOME? ANSWER ME! SUCK MY WHITE ASS, BALL!