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I tried finding an elusive spot to go kiss my uncle in the back of my Ram 2500 Cummins one cold day in January. I figured there wouldn't be anyone there on a cold weekend, but then I saw all these grown men with beards and mustaches playing volleyball in the woods. In the woods? GROWNđź‘Ź MENđź‘Ź! What's wrong with this world, like grow up? That's a sport for kids or women.
Well, needless to say, I will NEVER go back there to get some action ever again, regardless of which uncle is looking Hella spicy. 1 star out of 5 đź‘Ž
Cheeta, Bob USMC PFC MOS: 3381 (1976-1977) Retired