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sir, no sir, sergeant goldring!

Are you quitting on me? Well, are you? Then quit, you slimy f**king walrus-looking piece of s**t. Get the f**k off of my obstacle. Get the f**k down off of my obstacle. Now. Move it. I’m going to rip your balls off, so you cannot contaminate the rest of the world. I will motivate you, Private Pyle, if it short-dicks every cannibal on the Congo.

Could these be the words of a future Canadian Boot Camp Drill Sergeant, Peter Goldring?

Does this have anything to do with THIS?

UPDATE: sure, okay, perhaps this may be a little harsh, but we just think the whole boot-camp thing is slightly looney.

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