MARINES: Reveille at 05:00, train until 20:00.
ARMY: Reveille at 06:00, train until 19:00.
NAVY: Get out of bed at 09:00, train until 11:00, lunch until 13:00, train until 16:00.
AIR FORCE: Awaken at 10:00, breakfast in bed, train from 11:00 to 12:00, lunch at 12:00, train from 13:00 to 14:00, nap at 14:00, awaken from nap at 15:00, training ceases at 15:00.
Tuesday, September 04, 2007
Are you a real MARINE?
A MARINE dressed to kill with Marine shirt, hat, and Dress Blue Slacks went into a bar and ordered a drink. As he sat there sipping his Hawaiian Punch, a young lady sat down next to him. After she ordered her drink, she turned to the Marine and asked him: "Are you a real Marine?" To which he replied: "Well, I have spent my whole life in the Marine Corps, herding soldiers, breaking into a sweat, and being an asshole. I guess I am a real Marine." After a short while, he asked her what she was. She replied: "I've never been in the Marine Corps, so I'm not a Marine, but I am a lesbian. I spend my whole day thinking about women. For instance, as soon as I get up in the morning, I think of women. When I eat, shower, watch TV, everything seems to make me think of women." A short while later she left and the Marine ordered another Hawaiian Punch. A couple sat down next to him and asked: "Are you a real MARINE?" He replied: "I always thought I was, but I just found out that I'm a lesbian."
Trainee promotion
One day a general was traveling down the back roads of Lackland Air Force base when his driver lost control of the vehicle and crashed. A quick thinking basic-trainee pulled the general from the burning wreck seconds before it exploded. "Son for your quick thinking and bravery" said the general, " I want to promote you." "Any rank you'd like is yours for saving my life". The stunned trainee sat speechless Thinking. "How's about we make you a 2nd Lieutenant?" "Would you like that, a commission right out of basic training?" asked the general. "I don't think so, sir" the trainee replied. "Well how about a 1st Lieutenant then, that's a step higher?" Again the trainee thought, and refused. "Well son, Captain is the next step above that, and as high as I'd be able to promote you, how's that sound?" "The trainee thought for a minute and sheepishly replied, "Well Sir, 2nd Lieutenant, 1st Lieutenant, Captain, they all sound good, but what I'd really like to be, well, is a Master Sergeant." "I'm very sorry son, I can't do that " the general replied, " you have to test to become a Master Sergeant."
Wednesday, March 21, 2007
Wrap your weiner, or else!
A young soldier won an all expenses paid vacations to the Orient for 7 days, on a radio contest. He decided that he would spend each night with a different woman, even if he had to pay for it.
The day after his return he got up for duty and went to the latrine for some relief. Suddenly there was a serious burning pain in his groin area. He looked down to discover that his Johnson was multi-colored and swollen.
He rushed to the sick call. After the examination the doctor said " It looks bad, we will have to amputate your member." To which the young man responds "No way, I'm gonna get a second opinion."
However, after consulting 3 civilian doctors he got the same thing, amputation was the only way to cure this.
While fretting over the news, he hit upon an idea. Since he got this in China, why not go to a Chinese Doctor. He went found a Dr. Chin and told him what the other doctors had said. To which Dr. Chin replied “Those crazy American doctors, always wanting to perform unnecessary surgery. I have seen this many times and I can assure you that surgery will not be needed.”
Well that was the best news he had ever heard. He said, “So Doc how do we fix this?”
Dr. Chin relied, “Fix. Hell in 2, 3 days tops, that’s gonna fall off all by itself.”
The day after his return he got up for duty and went to the latrine for some relief. Suddenly there was a serious burning pain in his groin area. He looked down to discover that his Johnson was multi-colored and swollen.
He rushed to the sick call. After the examination the doctor said " It looks bad, we will have to amputate your member." To which the young man responds "No way, I'm gonna get a second opinion."
However, after consulting 3 civilian doctors he got the same thing, amputation was the only way to cure this.
While fretting over the news, he hit upon an idea. Since he got this in China, why not go to a Chinese Doctor. He went found a Dr. Chin and told him what the other doctors had said. To which Dr. Chin replied “Those crazy American doctors, always wanting to perform unnecessary surgery. I have seen this many times and I can assure you that surgery will not be needed.”
Well that was the best news he had ever heard. He said, “So Doc how do we fix this?”
Dr. Chin relied, “Fix. Hell in 2, 3 days tops, that’s gonna fall off all by itself.”
Sunday, January 07, 2007
"Army of One" vs. "Army of Fun"
military recruitment center in downtown Oakland for about 45 minutes
until we were forced out and the center shut down for the day.
Gooooo Clowns! (Lots of silly pictures)
Saturday, December 02, 2006
In Fighter Pilot Heaven:
In Fighter Pilot Heaven:
- Everybody's a Captain except God.... He's a Major.
- You only come to work when you're going to fly....
- You fly three times a day except Friday.
- You never run out of gas.
- The missions are only one hour long and no briefings are ever required.
- You are always on TDY and there are no check rides.
- It is always VFR and there are never any ATC delays.
- You can fly out of the area and flight down to 50' AGL is approved.
- There are no "over G's".
- You always fly overhead landing patterns with initial approach at 20', then break left.
- You can go cross-country anytime you desire. The farther the better!
- There are no ORI's (Operational Readiness Inspections).
- There is no SOF (Supervisor of Flying) or mobile tower duty.
- There are no Friday meetings, but Friday evening "Stag Bar" is mandatory.
- There are no Flight Surgeons.
- There are no Wing staff jobs.
- You don't need a kitchen pass, and the kitchen and bar are always open.
- "Happy Hour" begins at 1400 hours and lasts til 0200 hours.
- Supersof is the bartender. The other five are big-bosomed blondes.
- Beer is free, but whiskey costs five cents.
- The bar serves only Chivas Regal, Jack Daniels, and Beefeaters.
- The girls are all friendly and each fighter pilot is allowed three.
- There are no fat women and the thin ones look like Sophia Loren.
- Country and Western music is free on the juke box.
- The craps tables are always HOT and you never lose at blackjack!
- You never lose your room key and your buddies never leave you stranded at the club.
- The sun always shines and you can put your hat in your leg pocket.
- Flight suits are allowed in the Officers Club at all times.
- The motor pool always provides a staff car for visiting fighter pilots.
- The Base Exchange always has every item you ask for. Most are free.
- There are never any cross-wind landings and the runways are always dry.
- Control tower flybys for a wheels UP check can be made at 600 knots.
- There are never any noise complaints.
- Full afterburner climbs over your house are encouraged.
- ER's (Efficiency Reports) always contain the statement "Outstanding Officer".
- Formal functions requiring Class "A" or formal attire never occur.
- "Ace" status is conferred upon all fighter pilots entering Heaven.
- There is no Hell.
- All air traffic controllers are friendly, and always provide priority handling.
- The airplanes never break.
- Everybody's a Captain except God.... He's a Major.
- You only come to work when you're going to fly....
- You fly three times a day except Friday.
- You never run out of gas.
- The missions are only one hour long and no briefings are ever required.
- You are always on TDY and there are no check rides.
- It is always VFR and there are never any ATC delays.
- You can fly out of the area and flight down to 50' AGL is approved.
- There are no "over G's".
- You always fly overhead landing patterns with initial approach at 20', then break left.
- You can go cross-country anytime you desire. The farther the better!
- There are no ORI's (Operational Readiness Inspections).
- There is no SOF (Supervisor of Flying) or mobile tower duty.
- There are no Friday meetings, but Friday evening "Stag Bar" is mandatory.
- There are no Flight Surgeons.
- There are no Wing staff jobs.
- You don't need a kitchen pass, and the kitchen and bar are always open.
- "Happy Hour" begins at 1400 hours and lasts til 0200 hours.
- Supersof is the bartender. The other five are big-bosomed blondes.
- Beer is free, but whiskey costs five cents.
- The bar serves only Chivas Regal, Jack Daniels, and Beefeaters.
- The girls are all friendly and each fighter pilot is allowed three.
- There are no fat women and the thin ones look like Sophia Loren.
- Country and Western music is free on the juke box.
- The craps tables are always HOT and you never lose at blackjack!
- You never lose your room key and your buddies never leave you stranded at the club.
- The sun always shines and you can put your hat in your leg pocket.
- Flight suits are allowed in the Officers Club at all times.
- The motor pool always provides a staff car for visiting fighter pilots.
- The Base Exchange always has every item you ask for. Most are free.
- There are never any cross-wind landings and the runways are always dry.
- Control tower flybys for a wheels UP check can be made at 600 knots.
- There are never any noise complaints.
- Full afterburner climbs over your house are encouraged.
- ER's (Efficiency Reports) always contain the statement "Outstanding Officer".
- Formal functions requiring Class "A" or formal attire never occur.
- "Ace" status is conferred upon all fighter pilots entering Heaven.
- There is no Hell.
- All air traffic controllers are friendly, and always provide priority handling.
- The airplanes never break.
Fighter Pilot
He was a ragged looking old man who shuffled into the bar that afternoon. Stinking of whiskey and cigarettes, his hands shook as he took the "Piano Player Wanted" sign from the window and gave it to the bartender. "I'd like to apply for the job," he said.
The bar-keep wasn't too sure about this doubtful looking old guy, but it had been awhile since he had a player and business was falling off. "What do you do?" he asked.
"I used to be a fighter pilot in Vietnam," was the answer. Now, really unsure, the bar-keep decided to give him a try...he really needed more business. "The piano is over there...give it a go."
The old man staggered his way over to the piano and several patrons snickered. But, by the time he was into the third bar of music, every voice was silenced. What followed was a rhapsody of sound and music unlike anyone had ever heard in the bar before. When he finished, there wasn't a dry eye in the place.
The bartender brought the old guy a beer and said that he sounded really, really good. "What do you call that?" he asked.
"It's called Drop Your Panties, Baby, We're Gonna Rock Tonight," said the old pilot as he took a long pull from the beer. "I got another," ...and he began to play again. What followed was a knee-slappin' hand-clappin' bit of ragtime that had the place jumping.
People were coming in from the streets to hear this guy play. After he finished, the pilot acknowledged the applause and told the crowd that the song was called "Big Boobs Make My Afterburner dance." He then excused himself as he lurched off to the men's room.
After thinking a bit, the bartender decided to hire the guy, no matter how bad he looked, or what his songs were called. When the guy came out of the men's room, the bartender went over to tell him he had the job, but noticed that the pilot's fly was undone and his member was hanging out.
He said, "The job is yours but first I got to ask, do you know your fly is undone and your dick is hanging out?"
"Know it?" the pilot replied, "Hell, I wrote it!"
The bar-keep wasn't too sure about this doubtful looking old guy, but it had been awhile since he had a player and business was falling off. "What do you do?" he asked.
"I used to be a fighter pilot in Vietnam," was the answer. Now, really unsure, the bar-keep decided to give him a try...he really needed more business. "The piano is over there...give it a go."
The old man staggered his way over to the piano and several patrons snickered. But, by the time he was into the third bar of music, every voice was silenced. What followed was a rhapsody of sound and music unlike anyone had ever heard in the bar before. When he finished, there wasn't a dry eye in the place.
The bartender brought the old guy a beer and said that he sounded really, really good. "What do you call that?" he asked.
"It's called Drop Your Panties, Baby, We're Gonna Rock Tonight," said the old pilot as he took a long pull from the beer. "I got another," ...and he began to play again. What followed was a knee-slappin' hand-clappin' bit of ragtime that had the place jumping.
People were coming in from the streets to hear this guy play. After he finished, the pilot acknowledged the applause and told the crowd that the song was called "Big Boobs Make My Afterburner dance." He then excused himself as he lurched off to the men's room.
After thinking a bit, the bartender decided to hire the guy, no matter how bad he looked, or what his songs were called. When the guy came out of the men's room, the bartender went over to tell him he had the job, but noticed that the pilot's fly was undone and his member was hanging out.
He said, "The job is yours but first I got to ask, do you know your fly is undone and your dick is hanging out?"
"Know it?" the pilot replied, "Hell, I wrote it!"
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