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Originally Posted by toonmaster
The bloody trap rake is what got me, spinning round, and round, and round, and round, agh the memories. There's a couple of bunkers out there that have some 'donations' from me.
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Oh geez, even thinking about that damn machine makes me feel ill!
There were many mornings at the course where every few minutes someone would be running into the woods to blow chunks. I think weekends were usually a write off though, cause the supervisors were always out with us the night before too, so we'd all be dead the next morning.