I'm recalling just now how freaky it felt, stationed at Fort Polk in Louisiana, being able to sit out on the barracks front steps in shorts and flip-flops in mid-December. Of course, the minus side of that equation was the ungodly humid heat of mid-Spring through mid-Fall.
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Big Brother is watching you. And damn, you are so bloody BORING.
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Big Brother is watching you. And damn, you are so bloody BORING.