my hippie roomate and i used to debate/argue about politics all the time, so he always had me thinking. we were on an r.o.t.c. weekend drill and we were doing marksmanship training. this woman next to me was complaining to the c.o. that she felt uncomfortable shooting at a human shapped target. i was shocked that she would say something like that. what the fuck is she doing here? the c.o. told her not to think of it as a person but just as a target, like it was a sport. that day profoundly changed my life forever.
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Hey Drunk Again,
Make sure you put a button on your blog that let's people vote for you in the blogring.
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