No Rhyme or Reason

Tonight while I was clipping back the busted toenail on my right foot I injured log rolling this summer (as if you wanted to know that), I had to use the small nail file. Mine was broken off. For a second, I started to get mad. “Where the heck is it?” I thought. Then I had to laugh as I remembered. When you get to basic training, they make you break off the file on your nail clippers. Funny, they’ll give you an M16A4 and live ammo, but you can’t have a nail file. Why am I blogging this at almost 3 am? I have no idea.

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