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He was going to smash the door, but I picked the padlock for him. It was humming. Flies, no really, came of the three sets of honking underpants in the bottom.
When Haverty returned just before dinner our section was gathered and the Corporal stuffed a pair of the pants in his mouth and made him drink a half mug of hot water through them. Mr. Haverty applied to leave a few days later. In his defence...he was a dildo.
I don't often tell tales, but if you ever get me drunk i'll tell you about the exorcism.
He did injure his foot one morning and was taken to the local hospital for an x-ray. They kept him overnight and the two other lads in his room came and asked me to "smell his locker". It is not the strangest request I have been given, but that is another story...
You had 2 lockers. One for your military kit and the other for your civilian stuff. His was stinking...you could taste it. I fetched the duty Corporal and he went totally Happy Mondays.