Becky Jane (puppysmuggler) wrote,
Becky Jane

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A note to my dear male friends 18 years of age and over.

Unless I suddenly dissapear without a trace, worrying about the draft will just give you ulcers. So stop.
Rest peacefully at night knowing that I will be laying in a sand heap with a bullet through my head long before uncle Sam calls you up to do your civic duty, or whatever.

Oh, and as far as I know, I'm not going anywhere.

Thank You.
This has been a public service announcement.
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