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| Saturday, January 18, 2003 Subject: Liver A cow that was standing in my neighbor's field couldn't contribute to a story of being at Nelligan; Right! Wrong! That cow reminded me of eating dinner on Thursday each week in the chow hall. As we all surely remember, Thursday was liver day. How could anyone forget that. There were more LRRPs who didn't eat on Thursday, than any other night of the week. I love liver, and on Thursdays would get as much of it from the chow hall as possible. I would have friends load their trays with the stinking stuff and give it to me. On a good Thursday night, I could collect as many as 20 sandwiches of Grade A USDA approved liver. I always ate all that I took, even if it took me 3 or 4 days. I would make sandwiches and take them back to the company and hide them in several locations. Each location was a storage house for my appetite for liver. One place you may be able to remember was the old truck tire that was in the basement on the right side at the bottom of the stairs, just behind the bar-bell mat. Parker would use that mat when he was training for a boxing match. The tire was kind of in front of the basement door which led to the sub-basement. If you know where I mean. No one ever moved that old tire. Sometimes, when I had a bad hangover, I would lay down behind the old tire, eat a liver sandwich, and sleep while the rest of the company would go to chow. I could stretch out in the shadow of the tire and never be seen, unless someone was really looking for me. Only a few people knew of my hiding place. I had forgotten about all the liver until I saw that old cow today standing in Farmer Brown's field. I was talking to my wife and just happened to say to her, "Damn, I bet there is alot of sandwiches in that old beast." She turned and looked at me with a giant What! written all over her face. I broke out in a belly laugh. Forget it Honey, I said; you wouldn't believe it anyway. McNasty |
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