Reminds me of when I first arrived at Fort Stewart, Georgia.
After a month or so, I felt the need to handle nature's urges
I asked my buddy, "So, what do fellas do for some action around here?"
He said, "Mostly we use the mule."
As you can imagine, I was a bit disturbed.
A few days later, I asked the sergeant, "Where do you go to hook up?"
He said, "I use the mule."
I was dumbfounded.
Finally, things were getting the best of me. I pounded some brews and got up my courage. I drug a crate up behind the mule, dropped my trousers and grabbed it by the tail.
Just as I finished, a group of my cohorts walked around the corner. They all gasped and groaned. One shouted, "What the hell are you DOING?"
I replied, "All of you said to use the mule!"
"Yeah," he replied, "WE usually ride it into TOWN!"