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Why in the world can I not even go to Pancho’s buffet without meeting up with some adorable punk rock chick and her metalhead GI friend, who then discuss our similar facial piercings, and next thing I know I’m invited out to the barracks on Ft.Hood, drinking beer ALL night with a bunch of guys and playing some medieval Italian version of spades, so that today, between the Mexican food, the lack of sleep I’ve had all week, and drinking beer for 10 hours, my stomach is completely nauseous and I have to go to work in an hour…

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