Picking through the trash in the garbage bin of life.
Saturday, 20 February 2010
My most popular post
Ever since I installed the Feedjit app, I have been noticing that one particular post keeps popping up - this one (and Google is to blame). People are wierd:
Ah...happy memories of Swanbourne. Occasionally we would go for runs along the beach and when we run down from the barracks we always come across perverts hiding in the scrub. A couple of the boys would veer of, there would be some muffled grunts and cries and the boys would then catch up. All part of the PT session. We would run maybe 5 miles up the beach dodging white pointers and then back. Never found any perverts on the way back
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Ah...happy memories of Swanbourne. Occasionally we would go for runs along the beach and when we run down from the barracks we always come across perverts hiding in the scrub. A couple of the boys would veer of, there would be some muffled grunts and cries and the boys would then catch up. All part of the PT session. We would run maybe 5 miles up the beach dodging white pointers and then back. Never found any perverts on the way back
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