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Three servicemen seated around the campfire out on the lonesome sagebrush prairie and,
with the pride for which these men were famous, it was a night of bravado, a night of tall tales. Bob, a Green Beret from Wyoming, says, "I must be the strongest, meanest, toughest guy there is. Why, just the other day, a bull got loose in the corral. It had gored six men before I wrestled it to the ground by the horns with my bare hands and castrated that sucker with my teeth." Bern, a Navy Chief, couldn't stand to be bested. "That's nothing," he said. "I was walking down the trail yesterday and a 15 foot diamondback rattler slid out from under a rock and made a move for me. I grabbed that bastard with my bare hands, bit off its head, and sucked the poison down in one gulp and didn't even get a belly ache." Tom, the old retired Marine, remained silent, while slowly stirring the campfire coals with his pecker... |
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Now that is tough! :bellylaugh:
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