Booby Traps and Cheer Leaders

After prolonged fighting in a country soldiers return home. On their way they have a stop over of four days in a big city. They go around the city to see good things of life and if possible to have lavish entertainment. At the end three of them exchange notes on their respective experiences.

Soldier A: I was not in a mood for any entertainment. I was dead tired. All these years I was engaged in guerilla warfare. I had a narrow escape from booby traps. If I had been caught in the traps I would not have come before you to narrate this story. I thank Providence for the grace bestowed on me.

Solder B: I did not have the experience you had. There were ersks but not that of falling and escaping from booby traps. I walked along the streets which held out prospects of entertainment similar to night clubs. Though I was not keen on enjoying hospitality from nocturnal entertainers, to my surprise, on the way side, I found myself pulled as if by a powerful magnet. I fainted and fell down. For a few minutes I was unconscious. When I woke up I was amused to find I was entangled in a different kind of booby trap. It happened to be a trap laid of boobs. Luckily the overhanging catapulted me to a safe distance and I escaped. Thus I extricated myself and am before you to narrate my story.

Solder C: I too walked along another street. In contrast I had a wonderful experience. The street was predominantly occupied by cheer leaders. These enthusiastic women gave me thundering reception. I was overwhelmed with joy when I passed through .The intensity of the reception was so great many of them downloaded their soft ware. But there was no virus. It was a grand sight, a sight for gods to see.