Dawg, we had one whose wife would come to the drill pad in sports bra and tight as spandex shorts. All sweaty and shyt. I'd go out my way to give pleasantries. You could tell she loved that shyt. That nikka bust out the Drill office one day and berated the shyt out of me for always speaking to her. WTF he expect?

I was OSUT and we had Xmas exodus and all in the middle so we was in a all male training unit for 5 months and NO bytchES. I hit the first bytch who even looked my way in Lawton when I finally got a pass. Oh yea, that nikka use to deny ALL of my phase privileges w/ no explanation up until may the weekend of graduation