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The night before I transfer out of the worst fucking place the Navy has ever sent me I stagger back to my room after an entire day of drinking.
I get a drunken last minute warning that I have to piss, soon.
As fate would have it I was standing in front of my (complete fucking asshole) Chief’s office door.
As I am unloading on his door I hear someone clear their throat behind me *ahem*.
I turn my head to see the barracks security patrol, give him a nod and say, “I’ll go quietly, just let me finish”.
His reply? “Get the doorknob again” and walks off.
I wish I knew what his reaction was but didn’t want to risk contact with any of those assholes.
Fucking hated them all!
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