The girl in the Realtree camouflage jacket leaned forward yet again.
"Shut UP, Daryl! There's cops coming in!"
"It ain't no thing. I'm gonna go over there and piss."
"Like HELL you ain't. You're damn drunk!"
"They'll never know."
"You been sangin' about beer and runny eggs since we got here. They'll know."
The group with the giant moleskine notebook started roaring with laughter again. Something about pickle races and vomiting onto Baby on Board signs.
"Daryl, shut UP! He's a Marine!"
Coming soon: "I'm Home Now."
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