My dad always tells me the story of when he was in basic training...
There was this one guy that every night after shower he would hop up on his top bunk, throw his towl off, **** his ass over the side RIP ONE.. and say "this one's for the sarge"
Well.... one night... he did is usual routine.. cocked his ass over the side of the bunk...guy walks by... goes to rip one... "this ones for the sarge".. and little did he know.. but his supper did not solitify for him.. and he shot a brown streak ALL OVER the dude that was walking by!!!!
dad said it was soooo da*n funny.. and luclky the guy was really little and didnt kick his a** haaaaaaaaaaa
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