Another from the Preacher Man!!!
You guys got that ARR-52 tweaked and the MAD adjusted? Good... Gather 'round, spark 'em up, and listen good 'cause this ain't no shit...or maybe it is LOL!!!
One day at NAS Brunswick (a Friday) there wasn't anything to do! So about 1500 or so the chief cut us loose for the afternoon and a few of us went over to the acey deucey club!! Holy moly, the place was almost deserted!!!
We were drinkin' barley pops, eatin' bar snacks and watching some fool movie on the tube when we decided to have a good ol’ fart’n contest! Points for volume… stink… and length!! Finally it came down to me and my best bud Tommy!!!
Well now, it was Tommy's turn and after a big long suck of his Nastygansett (that's what we called Narragansett beer), he raised one butt cheek, then said quickly…
"Owyn, you win! C'mon in the head and I'll pay you!!"
WTF… why not pay me right there? But I followed him in an' he said…
"You win 'cause I just shit myself. Here's the keys to my apartment in town. Get over there fast, get me skivvies and dungaree trousers, an' under the sink is a box of plastic bags. Be quick as you can. I'll be in a stall!"
So off I went, got the stuff, and got back with everythin' in a paper bag so I wouldn't embarrass the poor feller! Tommy like I say was my best bud in the squadron and I never breathed a word while I was in that outfit… But take it from Preacher now boys, there are better things to bet on!! See now… I told you it was a no shitter and it wasn't, didn't I?!? Now let's get this shop lookin' good before it's knockoff time… okay?!? Okay!!!