We once beat this fat recruit up with bars of soap wrapped in towels in the middle of the night. He kept screaming Ow Ow like a big baby. He got caught with a jelly doughnut in his footlocker and the drill sergeant punished the rest of the platoon for his mistake. He got his act together after we sent that message.
I love link wars. I hear you though Philly. I used to hunt quite a bit as a teenager and into my 20's. I loved it for the most part and never felt any remorse. I always ate the deer I killed but I couldn't tell you the number of varmints I killed just for the thrill of it I guess. Then about the time I turned 30 I watched my father die of cancer over a period of a couple of years. It completely changed me as far as being able to pull the trigger on a defenseless animal. I guess I just valued life more after that experience. I still eat meat and don't look down on anyone who hunts (how could I) but It's just not for me anymore.