I picked up my dark shallow mind from staring

loved vacuuming so much. Now her mother had her vacuuming, like, 10 hours a day...which is why my former friend is now my enemy...& the reason why my friend was vacuuming over me.

As well as vacuuming me, my enemy Windex's my face. But what's really annoying is she beeswaxes my knees. So when I kneel, they shoot out from under me. As a trainee priest, this

places me in the lowest social tier. I am forced to clean the lavatories and wash the holy underwear. Deciding the priesthood isn't my calling, I plan an escape from the seminary.

I plan to join the Navy. I plan to lay in a bunk in close quarters with a bunch of men. I plan to be really masculine and wrestle around and horseplay on the decks. I plan to

crawl into the missile tubes to inspect them wearing nothing but my skivvies. I plan to use the communal showers, I plan to... A glorious chorus of men sang "Your in the Navy

Now" and the train conductor facetiously said to the passengers, "We are getting serenaded now!" Indeed it was extraordinary, being one of the airmen on board the train going to

explode if we had to tolerate any more sarcasm from the conductor or anyone else. So we did what airmen do best- we bailed out from that train, our parachutes opening well after we

drifted of the mile high bridge landing close enough to bridge trail to make our way out in the North Carolina countryside where we played drunken golf until we arimen

tus canaka kanac. That didn't take long though. Tony did get a grass stain on his khakis. His robin blue khakis. Pete said it looked bourgeois which only made Tony want it more.