Ladies and
Gentlemen, nobody enjoys off-color humor like an Old School Crackerjack Sailor!
And in the days of yore… off-humor was the name of the game!! The idear was to
fleece the fleet of all the weaklings, and you had to have thick skin, thick as
Rhino Hide!!!
Now I know
that it may be hard for some of you young’ns out there to believe, but there
was a time when ‘Shock Value’ was the best course of humor to break up the
monotony! Before the days of split tails and transgendered running amok… That
in itself is a shock to us old farts!!!
Shipmates
like today had to get their experience! They had to grow their sea-legs to handle
a lot of shit!! That’s what your Sea Daddy was for!! He was there to teach you
the lessons of swashbuckl’n that only his wisdom could provide!!!
I remember
one of my first lessons on the ol’ Baglady! One of those edumacational
circumstances you’ll never forget!! I’d even used it a time or two myself!!
There I was in Gun Plot amongst the rest of the Firecontrol Boys and Canon
Cockers wasting time just after Morning Quarters for some ‘GMT’ when my Sea
Daddy sat me down for a new lesson in life…
“Let me show you how to wipe your ass with one
sheet of shit paper!”
“I already know how to wipe my ass… I don’t need
to be potty trained!”
“Oh shut your shit pouch and listen up!”
I didn’t
know what to think! Why did I need training on wiping my own ass? He said it
was about conserving shit paper on long deployments or something of the like!! I watched with intent as he removed a single
square from the roll he had on the plotting desk!!
“First, fold it in half twice… like this!”
… he said …
“Then take the corner with the folds like so and
tear off a small piece so you got a hole in the middle of the square and set
that torn piece aside for later!”
Others now
gathered round to see what the commotion was about!!!
“Now put your index finger through the hole and wrap
the rest of the paper over your hand to keep it from getting shit all over it! Now you can wipe your ass with your finger
and shake off the excess shit like this!”
He pretended
to wipe his ass and pulled his finger up and shook it like a dirty booger!!!
“You’re almost done! Take your clean hand and
slide it up under the shit paper and remove it with a twist and wiping up,
cleaning your finger at the same time! Now toss that piece in the shitter!”
… This is where I knew I’d been had …
“Now remember that little torn piece I told you
we’d save for later?”
“Yeah!”
“Well you take that piece and you clean the shit
out the fingernail of the index finger!”
Without even
crack’n a smirk, he demonstrated the whole process…
“Oh, and one last thing!”
“What’s that?”
“Make sure you eat and pick your nose with the
other hand… and that’s GMT for today! Now get back to work!”
The whole
gauddamned group was rolling at the look of disgust on my face!!!
Then there
was the misguided deviance of a few shipmates on the Chucky ‘V.’ When living in
a ‘Good ol’ Boys Club’ amongst reckless cretins you tend to pick up some bad
habits… and when you continue trying to top one another it leads to some unorthodox
behavioral patterns!! Like flipping a shipmate a simple bird just didn’t quite
cut the mustard!! Somewhere between being the new guy to earning your salt, it
went from giving the middle finger to showing your cock and balls!!!
I
specifically remember hauling ass to one of the aft CIWS Mounts to give a guy a
chow relief from watching over ship fitters while in the yards! He said some
smart ass shit like shipmates often do and my obvious response as I pulled out
my twig & berries…
“No but I’ve got some Tube Steak smothered in underwear
for you… it’s what's for dinner!”
… To that he
grabbed my junk whilst pulling me towards the door and asked me if I’d like to
go on a tour around the ship!!!
It was unscrupulous
antics such as these the seared such great memories into the back of our
cerebrums! We didn’t have a ‘PC Wrecking Ball’ forcing us to dress in neutral
gender clothing and pretend there ain’t no difference between an innie and an
outie!! Looking back over the ensuing span of the past several years and
sifting through my old memories… I’m sure glad I got to enjoy it while I did!!!
My best friend in deck dept. was a black guy, and very proud of the size of his member. One day while out at sea he came out of the shower with his towel fashioned as a sort of a sling holding up his pecker. One of the senior BM's grabbed the towel, took a quick twist, and then proceeded to take my buddy on a tour of the ship. I remember my buddy pleading most of that tour "let a me go, let a me go". A little more careful about where he displayed it after that.
ReplyDeleteIiked your 'lead in' to the toilet paper story! I've heard that one before, and it Always Works on the neophytes in the Room![I remember when we got the "Z Gram saying that our Illustrious Leaders were checking out having the "split tails" serve on ships of the Line. ths tidbit of no Shitter went through the 7th fleet faster than a wholesale dose of Clap from Bangkok! The next 'catch phrase was 'how do you tell a Tamale swabbie is just back from WESTPAC?
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We all know how much the Marines value their Corpsman. The title of "Doc" once earned by a Navy Corpsman is indeed an honorable one. So we'll go to a scene in the jungle where the Marines and their Corpsman were serving. Heavy enemy fire was pouring in from all sides, and enemy soldiers were all around. The bravest Sergeant in the Marine Division was bravely occupying the furthest foxhole forward when a snake dropped in with the Marine. Startled - it bit him in the pride of his manhood - the Marine Xriwd out at the top of his lungs - Medic Doc ! The Corpsman braved enemy fire and crawled forward to the hapless Marine's Foxhole. Crawling into the Foxhole with the Marine, he inquired as to what happened. The Marine explained what happened and where he has been bitten. The Corpsman was perplexed - none of his manuals or training covered how to treat an injury to this particular region. A torquinet was out of the question - he gave the Marine a shot of Morphine to calm him down and relieve the pain. Thinking fast - he crawled out of the Foxhole braving enemy fire and crawled back to the Foxhole where the Marine who had the radio was located. He quickly placed a call to HQ and asked to speak to the Chief Surgeon. Quickly briefing the him (the surgeon) he asked what to do. The surgeon replied due to delicate nature of the injury, the use of a snakebite kit was out of the question. After consulting other Doctors, the Chief Surgeon came to the conclusion he'd have to suck out the poison. The Corpsman said roger - received the news and began the arduous return to the Marines Foxhole. After again dodging rifle and artillery fire, the Corpsman, finally reached the wounded Marine's Foxhole. The Marine looked at the Corpsman and asked - tell me Doc - what did they say - The Corpsman replied "Sarge - they said you're gonna die!"
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DeleteOn the Shitty Kitty I racked in the nude. To hot in the Tonkin Gulf to wear anything in the crib. Billy flesh was on the port FacCon watch crew. I was starboard. Billy had the job of waking up the next watch an hour before watch. More than once he advised me that he was sick and tired of opening my blackout curtains only to stare at my naked ass. Well, he'd had enough I guess. I got woke up with a greased up rat tail shoved between my cheeks. Jumped out of my crib and chased his ass buck naked from birthing, to the passageway, through the security down to Fac Con and on through the message center. What a hoot.
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