well not me of course--I was ministering to the down trodden--so, one of the taxi drivers says--have you been to the (forget the name)bar well no sure haven't off we go---ends up a few of the lads had been here before and the ladies were really happy to see us--well it wasn't quite the Mustang Ranch---but what was funny was that by now the taxi drivers are so liquored up that we arrive by driving into the place--as in inside--okay, so fast forward an hour when there is no beer left and it is saddle up and head back to the Whiskey a go go ---SEAL driving moped, moped owner near death hanging on, employee of the Mustang Ranch, second SEAL headed down for more 1.50 quarts of rum--yes you count four people on a moped roaring through town to the next bar--times 6
Yes, we were training the police force why do you ask?