I'm guessing that Karl is going to be the writer in our group. His observations are clever. He wrote this poem for the first Town Meeting: Red strip'd strange looking I lose water from all holes I am the buttpot Grey brown sometimes green I lurk till thrown to the 'bob Nausea slimy meat Beat me spank me hard I like pain and fest'ring wounds I gimp I donkey Are you a member You know pooed all in you pants Elite stagiares! Run cover hide flee Howling grit and urine sky A roar leaves but dust Twas a good hat mine Lost her in deep gut of goat I weep in the sun Oui ca va bonjour We tie anything to string Dirty, happy kids Kaedi morning Donkey mating? Child beating? No, just my 'rhea.

Peace Corps staging is a one and a half day orientation for Peace Corps volunteers. All volunteers in your group meet for training before shipping out to country.

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WheresBob > I never went to Prom so Natalie is going to take me out on a prom date someday. Julia has only two-thirds of a head, poor thing. Update: My saddest memory of Mauritania was that I had become a disappointment to Natalie. She was my social barometer. Still promless.

WheresBob > Andy and Dan. Dan keeps track of my shoes. He has so many extra brain cells that some are disposable.

WheresBob > I'm guessing that Karl is going to be the writer in our group. His observations are clever. He wrote this poem for the first Town Meeting:

Red strip'd strange looking
I lose water from all holes
I am the buttpot

Grey brown sometimes green
I lurk till thrown to the 'bob
Nausea slimy meat

Beat me spank me hard
I like pain and fest'ring wounds
I gimp I donkey

Are you a member
You know pooed all in you pants
Elite stagiares!

Run cover hide flee
Howling grit and urine sky
A roar leaves but dust

Twas a good hat mine
Lost her in deep gut of goat
I weep in the sun

Oui ca va bonjour
We tie anything to string
Dirty, happy kids

Kaedi morning
Donkey mating? Child beating?
No, just my 'rhea.

WheresBob > Lisa's always has the 411. If there's trouble I'm standing behind her. Update: When Lisa told me it was time to go home, I did.

WheresBob > Griselda is one of the Philly trainers.

WheresBob > Molly is practicing her diarrhea. Be careful what you wish for.

WheresBob > Will, Catherine and Stephanie.

I'm guessing that Karl is going to be the writer in our group. His observations are clever. He wrote this poem for the first Town Meeting:

Red strip'd strange looking
I lose water from all holes
I am the buttpot

Grey brown sometimes green
I lurk till thrown to the 'bob
Nausea slimy meat

Beat me spank me hard
I like pain and fest'ring wounds
I gimp I donkey

Are you a member
You know pooed all in you pants
Elite stagiares!

Run cover hide flee
Howling grit and urine sky
A roar leaves but dust

Twas a good hat mine
Lost her in deep gut of goat
I weep in the sun

Oui ca va bonjour
We tie anything to string
Dirty, happy kids

Kaedi morning
Donkey mating? Child beating?
No, just my 'rhea.

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