There was a group of army men marching down a road at night looking for a place to stay. They came upon a farm house and knocked on the door. A old farmer answered, the Sargent asked if they could spend the night. The man said yes but he only had room for one man.
The Sergeant yelled out to Private Peters, "You spend the night here and we will go down the road and find the rest of us a place to stay."
They went on down the road and came upon a whorehouse where they proceeded to knock on the door.
A women leaned out the window and asked, "What do you want?"
The Sergeant replied, "We need a place to stay."
The women asked, "How many are there of you?"
The Sergeant said, "39 without Peters."
The women then said, "Well, grease your fingers and come on in boys....."
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