In the Army one was continually around people who spoke Army Creole, a language in which there were about ten nouns, five verbs, and one adjective, or participle, or whatever it was called. There always seemed to be a couple of good buddies from Valdosta or Oilville or some place sitting around saying: “I tol’im iffie tried to fuck me over, I was gonna kick’is fuckin’ ass, iddnat right?” “Fuckin’ A.” “Soey kep’on fuckin’ me over and I kicked ‘is fuckin’ ass in fo’im, iddnat right?” “Fuckin’ A.” “An’ so now they tellin’ me they gon’ th’ow my fuckin’ ass inna fuckin’ stoc-kade! You know what?
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