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I bawled; my stouishing features?" a cop questioned Marcy"

"Big oaf with a buzz cut, with a condo off his puny pecker" Marcy said

"Poor Count," Shannie cried "Lost, no clue where and a bus ride away from the army"

"Private Puny Pecker," I roared

"Private Puny Pecker," Shannie repeated, giggling

"It's a wonder he didn't kill thehed "He must have been pissed!"

"Yeah he was He was livid," Shannie said

"When Diane and I got to the cop shop, Count was seething He was pacing back and forth in the holding cell clad in a borrowed pair of way-too-s himself like an ape He had a run in with a little poison ivy"

"'I' family!' Count roared when he saw us"

"'Keep it down,' the cop yelled To me he said, 'Ma'am, be careful, don't feed the animals'"