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Chapter 3, ANT The sleeping bus fidgeted, his eyes moving beneath closed lids and his face screwing up in the closest thing to annoyance the hippie ever displayed. After much squirming and face making, Fillmore, who had previously been asleep in a giant bean bag bed, finally relented to the sun shining against his eyes and cracked them open to greet the day.Chapter 3, ANT by ~monoclestoat
With a loud yawn, he stretched and half-rolled half-stumbled from his bed, with some regret realizing that he had slept too late to play his usual Hendrix record at dawn.
Oh well, Sarge must have certainly enjoyed it at any rate.
The bus eyed an unopened can of organic fuel on the opposite side of t


Chapter 2, Aint No Telling Sarge was awake, as usual, a few minutes before his alarm clock rang in the morning. He flicked it off and stretched his axles, then left the bedroom, where he headed into the small living room, which contained an old black and white television and a few shelves filled with neatly arranged items.Chapter 2, Aint No Telling by ~monoclestoat
On one of the shelves was an old radio with a tape player, which he rewound and then started, cranking up the volume until reveille was blaring loud and clear through the speakers. He quickly (or as quickly as the old Jeep could travel) headed out to his immaculately kept lawn and started raising the flag as fast as he could.
It was about to reac


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The harsh midday sun beat down on the group of SUVs, who stood in a line, perfectly still, a few of them glancing nervously around, all of them respectfully at attention.
"Stand up straight, T.J., I've told you before if you need training wheels you should be attending day care, not boot camp!"
The smallest of the vehicles, a WW2 Willys Jeep, who was pacing up at down the line of recruits, inspecting them all in turn, had been the one who spoke, his loud, barking voice echoing among the hills.
"Sir, y-yes sir!" The green Hummer, T.J., fixed his posture, eyes staring straight ahead. Sarge scowled at him and offered no further
Love it!
Seal hunting rocks!
fave!
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Baby seals have white fur, those pictured have grey fur.
And the hunting of baby seals was banned in the 1980s.
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Vodka, cars, journalism and caffein are all I need in life...
Plus a loaded bank account.
Are any of you even Canadian or are you all Americunts?
i didn't even know about this whole 'seal' thing and I'm Canadian
get over it
The Chinese skin their animals alive.
google it
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Mort ŕ l'humanité.
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