The only handicap is your legs and arse have gone numb from sitting on the bog for too long!

Way too late for the 4F rating Jamit!

Any chance of a spot of shore-leave?

Why not? Everybody else comes and goes as they please.
It's like fleet week in Tijuana.:arrgh!:

What's going on here....?

Found some writings from the old days at Ubi on my old hard drive I put in my new PC

"Our days were spent letting rookie pilots drop practice depth charges on us, taking out and teaching freckled face PCO's how to use the TDC on stopped ships. When not doing that I was busy using #2 solvent to clean the red oxide lead primer from under my fingernails. Not only did #2 solvent clean primer, Tambor swore if you dumped it on your privates after a visit to the potato table, it would prevent the clap and even cure genital warts.

It wasn't all bad. We weren't allowed passes outside of base, but friends often brought back girls. We met them at the usual meeting place, dumpters behind the mess where some potato cutting tables were set up. With foreplay limited to, "What's your name, sweetheart?" those tables graced at least ten
nekked rears a night. Our nightly visitors didn't say much, just got on the table and about every three minutes one would remove the unfiltered Pall Mall from her lips to holller "Next." Other than a few knuckle sandwiches given to Tambor for breaking in line, it went off without a hitch. Hopefully our actions added much needed flavoring to the base Admirals morning spuds. "

Good thing those spuds only had eyes.:up: If they had mouths, they would have informed the admiral of our shenanigans. :timeout:
He did complain to the cook one time. Ordering him to stop mixing Tuna with his taters.

Well taters, however tainted, is better than BILGERAT burgers!http://i.imgur.com/O8yKj55.jpg:D

Egads!
 

:huh:That hamburger is looking at me! :huh:

I kind of remember those days. Mrs fireftr wouldn't let me partake in the festivities. When you marry up like I did, you don't mind your wife keeping hold of certain parts. :woot:
I remember Tambor and Wolferz showing up on the same evening for first aid. Tambor had a sore jaw and was griping about it. :stare: Wolferz's hand was all messed up. He wouldn't stop crying about it enough to let me look at it. :wah: We found out later that he had two broken bones in his hand and couple broken fingers.

There are 20,000 things I would like to say.....But the mouse burger stifled that. Glad to see armistead taking over the kitchen duties...of course I'd rather have a mouse burger than the coffee he makes. But like a good doggie, he will learn........getting him to stop peeing in the bilge will be tough, since he learned that from the captain.

For brevity's sake....
Shush.:03::O:

It sounds like Armistead got a new confuser. Now maybe he"ll stop fat fingering his posts. :up:

welcome back!
 

Toxic waste:
 

Psst:shifty: That's not it at all. Donna is secretly in love with Armistead.:03::O:

If she could fall for a number two , a rat burger should be a cake walk.

Armistead
 

Step up my good man.
I'm retiring to lurker status due to the site always cutting me off in mid senten.....
The Bilge is yours.
Good luck and goodbye.

How did I do what??