Brunell, huh?
I went looking for some federal fuks. Of course, being the organized person I am, I searched the nightstand next to my bed, but I had no luck. Same thing with my closet, bags, and boxes. But I've been pretty tired lately and I've been leaving stuff in the truck, so I decided to check it. I didn't find any, but I had the truck so I figured I'd head down to the other end of the compound and check with the supply guy. Still no dice, but by that time, the mail room was open, so I asked if they had any remaining packages for me. Surely, there would be some in there, I thought. No packages...not even the 2TB of pr0n I've been waiting for.
I was a little disappointed, and I figured as long as I was disappointed and without any real expectations, I'd head to the chow hall. Then, I remembered that I might have dropped some at the corner table I was sitting at the previous night, but still...came up empty. The chow sucked too...
Time for more bodies to get involved. I called some of the other dudes in my unit and had them check the other trucks and then one of the facilities off the compound. I went to this other spot I visited yesterday. It was a 30 minute drive, but I knew this was my last good chance. I got there and asked around, but no go.
So I just went back to my room and sat on my bed. I would have cried, but I'm not a *****. After thinking about it for a minute, I just had to accept the facts; there were no federal fuks for me to give.
Thus, I give no federal fuks.
