So , no shit there I was 2008 outside FT Polk, LA… my Squad Leader decided to take the team out drinking to build the team. Oh yeah, we team built… built shot after shot … half way through the night (and already the 5 of us were ducks walking on Broadway drunk) someone had an idea about a tattoo of Master Chief from Halo. We go in all giggling trying to act sober, which we failed…. The thing you have to know about Tattoo shops near Army bases is that it doesn’t matter how fucked up you are, they will ink anyone in any condition! All of a sudden I hear “Yo FranksNbeans, your up” (old nickname , but that’s another story). I look up from the Tattoo book to see my team members all grinning like mad cats at me. Not to back down from any challenge, the fearless Private in me stood up and said “This isn’t where I parked my car!”. They then proceeded to tell me that we will all be getting each other’s name on our ass so that we can remember this night forever…. And I was first. (The Tequila shots had worked through me and wouldn’t let me back down) I walked like a boss to the chair, leaned forward, dropped pants and boxers to my ankles ( don’t know why I dropped them all the way but the Artist didn’t stop me… in fact he was just giggling…) assumed the position and he started. Out of all my ink, that tat tickled so damn much and I have no idea why. I didn’t see what he was doing but he was only back there for about 10min. Right when he got done I look over to see my Team Leader next to the Artist with a bottle of what looked like vodka… he proceeds to pour some on my freshly inked and bleeding ass, then smack the tattoo and run the fuck out the shop with the other team members running too. I was dumb struck… stuck in limbo with my body stinging from either the alcohol or the smack…. I look behind me and the Artist and 2 of his co workers are damn near in tears from laughing so hard. I didn’t see what was so funny at the time, especially when they came up to me and told me that it would be $40. I pull up my pants… calmly handed over a $100 bill ( it was all I had) and left as fast as I could a little embarrassed… ok maybe a lot embarrassed. (The 2 co workers were female) I finally find my Team at an Exotic club about 2 blocks away. Was thinking about choking TF out of each of them… but when they saw me they all came running up to me with 2 shots each and somehow turn it into a group hug without spilling any of the alcohol. The shots were for me… I started taking them and got them all down. Made it almost 3 whole songs before I woke up on my couch… apparently I passed out in the club and had them and dancers all on me taking pics. (Once again, this was a pretty backwoods good-ol-boy owned type of place where a blind eye was turned with alot of stuff.) however, I make it into the Shower and my ass stings instantly… I look back to see “B.L.L” on my ass. So to SGT Brandon Lloyd Le*****, I will forever remember you and that night!…. You muthafucker… ( I am now in my 15th year in the Army and yes me and him still are friends. He even admits to telling that story at least once a year to all the new Privates trying to prove themselves.)
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