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Originally Posted by Stargazer
I gave that a go. A few people looked hesitantly at each other and I was then told that she was 'busy clipping her toenails until February' at which point I was directed to her stand-in in the back bedroom.
Armpits like porcupines, legs like loo-brushes and teeth like a badly laid patio! I now sleep with a live torpedo under my pillow in case she finds me again.
Thanks for the recommendation!
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That's just because you haven't sunk anything, yet. After you do, the guys lighten up.
Tom Wolfe, in The Right Stuff, recounts Virgil Grissom's experience as a flyer in Korea. His first week, he was made to stand up on the bus to and from the airfield, even though empty seats were available. And he was told, finally, on a ride out, that he couldn't sit until he had shot down a Chinese plane.
When he rode back that afternoon, he was sitting.
So, you go kill 10K tons, and then ask for Lisette.