True Story - honest injun
The border patrol academy was in
Charleston, S.C. when I was driving
cab at night.
I would often get calls for cadets there.
Mostly going between town and the base.
One night around three am came back with a
cab full of cadets. I stopped at the
guard shack and was asked where I was going.
I told him, "the clown school".
He waved me thru without question.
One of the cadets in the back was shocked
that I was waved thru.
He asked why I called it the clown school.
Ain't no border so you guys got to be clowns,
dancing around, putting on a good show.
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