I love that fucking song!
I love that fucking song!
No surprise there. Btw, reading about your red-bearded brother, why the fuck don't you have a mighty red Viking beard?
Just never had the courage to be in that beginner stage of a beard or mustache. My little brother has never given a fuck though. Maybe if I go back to school at some point. Although my facial hair isn't all one color. I have blonde hair but the hair on my chin is red. In other places it's blonde to dark. Another reason I never tried the beard thing.
smh, the first step to getting a beard is not giving a fuck. That's also the only step you have to take.
lol I need a new job before that.Originally Posted by Dr Doom
Aren't you working in a call center? That's like the best reason in itself to need a new job, lol.
Nah. Haven't worked there for over 2 years. I did have a red goat while I worked there.
One night in basic we were awakened late at night or very early in the morning - not sure which. As a result, we were more exhausted than usual but the drill sergeants weren't yelling for once so it wasn't so bad. When we got outside we saw that other units were forming up. We were given no instructions other than to march.
On the way to wherever we were going we noticed a strange smell and a slight haze. Although it would almost certainly mean we were going to get smoked there was a lot of whispering about it going on. It seemed like the whole base was up and marching. Then we saw it was the whole base.
The marched us all onto a parade field. Soldiers going on forever in our physical training uniforms. Normally this only happens at ceremonies like an new officer taking command of a unit - but never at this hour. We were all standing there and still no instructions. The drill sergeants all talked to each other in hushed tones. And the smell and the haze were both getting stronger.
That's when Tiny's bunk buddy fell over, hyperventilating. I was scared shitless. And so was everyone else. But we all stood there like dipshits pretending we weren't. They came and took the kid away and still no explanation. After about an hour they marched everyone back and we went to our bunks to sleep. Tiny's battle buddy was in formation the next morning and he was fine. And that's the last time I gave this any thought until now. We never found out what that shit was about. Maybe we didn't want to.
Last edited by Jack Roller; 04-28-2012 at 07:19 AM.
Some guys complain because they didn't have female soldiers with them in basic. To me, they were one of the worst things about it. Sure, they were there. But if we were caught talking to them for any reason that didn't seem crucial we would spend any moment that wasn't something mandatory getting smoked for half the day. And since we weren't supposed to talk to them it made it so much worse to be around them. We went back to our bunks at night surrounded only by guys that hadn't had a conversation with a female since we started. Then we were supposed to act like eunuchs when we were around them again. It was torture.
When we actually had physical contact it was even worse. The worst of this happened in the line at the chow hall. We lined up double file in a space where only one and a half people could fit so we were stacked up. And as luck would have it I was almost always in front of this female named Hendrickson. She was this healthy looking blonde-haired girl that was just about being an airhead. Normally I would want nothing to do with a girl like this but since things were the way they were I was in love with her any time she was close, or any decent looking female for that matter. But when she was behind me in the chow line she would push her breasts into my elbow. And she didn't stand still. She was obviously rubbing them on me. And of course when we weren't in line she acted like a bitch which made it that much more intolerable. I wanted to cry.
Then a girl named Kole topped her. She was more my type - dark hair, dark eyes, olive skin. She was ahead of me in line and her hands were behind her back as they should have been since we were at parade rest. But she kept pointing her fingers backwards. This was a big deal because that was where my crotch was. So I was doing my best to stay away from them without shoving my ass into whoever was behind me when the drill sergeants yelled "Stack it up! Make your battle buddy smile!" Fuck. So I move forward and I'm ready for her to freak out when my junk hits her fingers but she doesn't. She played with my shit the whole time we were in line. It was beautiful. If I didn't think the drill sergeants read my mail I would have written home about it.
But I didn't write home about it. Instead one Sunday when we were sitting around swapping stories I felt cocky and decided to bring it up. I told every detail and waited for everyone to get disgusted at me. Instead I heard my friend Fernandez ask "You too?" And then Derby. And then Jackson. I was crushed. I wasn't upset enough to ever tell her to stop though.
Reminds me of Lucy the Navajo.
A dude I did tower work with was on ship with this chick. Half the boat had fucked this chick. After a couple weeks at sea, she failed to show for her post. The ended up finding her like six hours later naked, tied down, with her ass in the air. The loose navy whore was nick named Lucy the Navajo from then on.
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