Somebody's lying. Ain't no way half of these monkey-butt, barn-raised, broke-ass, no class, lethargy tartare prison ghetto clowns here at the homeless veterans' dorm spent more than five hours in the military.No way. Uh uh. I don't believe it.
You can't tell me that the military put up with this shit more than a few days. Not unless these guys spent their entire military "careers" in the brig. Hell, half of 'em aren't even poddy trained yet and they're approaching retirement age. How did THAT happen?
I mean, how does a man manage to go through nearly his entire damned life without knowing how to use an indoor, water-powered toilet? Where's he been shittin' all his life?
The other half are all right. I can deal with the men like me who weren't drafted, whether they be ex cons or ex drug addicts. They're still stand up men. But the draftees, the unpoddy-trained, are startin' to get on my nerves. Unfortunately, the unpoddy-trained are the ones who get hired on to the staff here. Who else is going to hire them?
I've blown up three times here so far. Once, I told the whole mess hall what I thought about the unpoddy-trained.
Don't worry. My car is tuned up and full of gas. My blanket and pillow are still in the back seat. I've had six fistfights in the last two years and haven't lost one yet. Push come to shove, I'm gonna poddy-train at least one of these dipshit motherfuckahs, hop in The Pig and move it on down the road.
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