I'm in a "Fuck it to hell" sort of mood. Were I ten years younger, I'd be tying on a bender the likes of which would be whispered about for decades to come by college males and young Privates in the Army.
But those days are gone. So now I'm just in a mood to see if I can get anyone to take a swing at me, so that I can punch them in the face until they're drinking their dinners through a straw for the next six months.
Careful, Sergeant. My advice: if you want to see what the Stockade looks like, whistle up the duty Shirt at your nearest one and take a tour...
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