Monday, April 8, 2013

‘Limping Along’

Some of you might think I’m crazy as a shithouse rat writing all these memoires about our younger years! Well… that’s because most of you remember most of these comedies & tragedies… as some take us back to life’s biggest humiliations!! But to a good natured fella such as me, humorous memories like these should be cherished… even enshrined!!!

So I figured after the ‘ol’ Blue Ball’ story this would be a good time to tell another no shitter from my High School years!  So let’s continue with the mêlée of bra hooks and panty elastic shall we?!?

Once upon a time many moons ago in my pre-nautical years I was an immature, teenage knucklehead… still in high school & still-wet-behind-the-ears! How many of you out there remember those youthfully pubescent days when the only thing on your mind was gett’n down the pants of that cute little thing from across the class?!? You know the one… minding your own business… sitt’n at your desk and by golly outta know where you start pitch’n a tent… rubb’n up against the side of the desk try’n to relieve some traction!! It’s even worse when you’re wearing parachute pants… and it’s alive… The Fifth limb and it has a mind all of its own!! Yes at Sixteen… Seventeen years of age that lil’ blue-veined piccolo would dictate your very existence in life!!!

From preadolescence when he just popped in to say hello for no damned reason to that awkward moment in junior high school dancing with ‘Bonnie Big Boobs’ and her tantalizing torpedoes firmly pressed against you… as young men we learned that the other head has a brain all of its own!!!

I remember using textbooks to hide the ‘beef bayonet’ in that most awkward moment… then thinking ugly thoughts to make it go away! Try… ‘grandma naked’… the lunch lady with her ‘extra sloppy joes’… or bending the piss out of it until you reach penile fracture territory… oh the pain!!! I never quite figured out those Viagra & Cialis commercials… ‘Consult your doctor if you experience an erection lasting for longer than four hours… HELL any young ‘Red Blooded American Boy’ with an obscenely large collection of pornography can tell you the experience can last for more than five days!!!

So is it any wonder why a young man at that age is so eager to jump at every inkling when it comes to sex?!?
Then at the first notion… with that special young lady turns into the most awkward and clumsy moment where you become a mental mess try’n to figure out how to be cool…


“Is this your first time?”

“Awww, Hell no! I have sex all the time… fifty girls at least! Yeah… I’m the man!! Not all at once… but yeah… I get around!”

Ask any young man at that age the same question... pretty sure you'll get the same kind of answer...

Sooo… there was my moment! The plan was laid out… my girl and I had it all figured out!! We would sneak out one night and head on over to my buddy David’s house for a little rendezvous late at night!!  After talking a bit and listening to Kiss Destroyer’s Beth over and over again… I was Happy as a Baby in a Barrel of Tits!!!

We undressed… caressed each other… kissing & touching… and everything was going fine! Just as I got on top of her… I had to ask…


“Should I put on a rubber?”

“Yeah… I wish you would…”


… and that was that! As soon as I put that raincoat on ol’ willy went soft on me…arousal but no lift… dried up & floppy… interest but no erection!! With a device made for the specific purpose of love making and I was limper than a piece of overcooked cannelloni!!!

… in my mind…


“Oh God NO!! Get it together…  You were running a gauddamn marathon yesterday and now you wanna’ take a nap… on this most Holy Moment?!? Earlier you could cut diamonds you were so hard… watching Golden Girls for Christ sake… now this?!?”

After ten minutes of beating… rubbing and a complete lack of blood flow, my time had expired!! Getting it on at that moment was like try’n to shove a stick of butter up a wild cat’s ass with a hot poker!! It just wasn’t gonna happen!!!

Embarrassed and humiliated…


“Seriously. This has never happened before, I swear... I'm usually hard as a rock…”


… and that much was not a lie… as I apologized profusely!! It was just so embarrassing because I was so attracted to her and it seemed I had failed the test!!!


The situation was as screwed up as a Chicken noodle sandwich! I felt like a complete loser and total idiot! With her best friend hanging around outside with David… I knew the conversation would lead to my lack of manliness… you know… erectile dysfunction!! I could imagine them laughing profusely!! I felt defeated… hating every inch of my fully flaccid penis!!!

All I could think about at that moment was  how awkward and utterly mortifying it was going to be when I went back to school on Monday to face the crowd! I could only imagine what it was gonna be like…

“Schwing & a miss!!”

“Hey Swing… heard you were a few parts short of an erector set…Hahaha!!”

“I put my gauddamned reputation on the line and this is what I get?!?”

Ladies… please understand, when a young man is in such a vulnerable position and ashamed of not keeping his member on the up & up… it’s a very sensitive situation!! Sooo much so that I chose to run away from home the very next day!! Yep… on Twenty-Six Dollars and a bag of sugar cubes, I was on my way up to Chicago… but that’s another story!!

I wasn’t prepared to be 180 degrees shy of heaven… no, no, no… I knew that the school yard was like the information exchange location for all gossip and rumored tales of idiocy! But eventually I found my way back home! Needless to say… she didn’t run around telling everyone about my ascension deficit disorder… no, we ended up going steady for a pretty long time after that…But… when I told David what happened… he told Danny… Danny told Steve… Steve told Jeff… and Jeff tells everybody!! That damned Jeff… never could keep his cott’n pick’n mouth shut!!! And there you have it…

“Hey Swinger… heard you were out to perform the ol’ Flacido Domingo!”

“So you took Gold at the Lake Flaccid Olympics?”

Yeah, Yeah, Yeah… I know, I was serving up the boneless pork and a million other puns! You get the picture… But I think all of us fellas have been there a time or two… bouncing the ‘check of love’ right at that most intimate moment… trying to flex that wet noodle!! It’s as embarrassing as I’ll get… even more so than ‘Blue Balls’… but looking back, funnier than hell!!!

And remember to ask your Doctor if Cialis is right for you. Only take Cialis if you’re healthy as a horse & have no cardio-vascular issues! Cialis doesn’t protect you against sexually transmitted diseases like that case of herpes you caught from that one night with the big city hooker… you remember the one… oh yeah, you remember!! Common side effects, headache, nausea, diarrhea, vomiting, stroke, a gauddamned smile you just can’t get rid of… and piss’n off your neighbors after flipping your partner over and vigorously spinning her round & round like a merry-go-round while slapping her ass repeatedly making her howl at the moon… Sheeeeesh!! If only they had that stuff way back when!!!


Friday, April 5, 2013

'Cock In The Box'


The young Ensign calls the Chief on J-Dial…
This better be gauddamned important… What the hell is the matter?"  … asks the Chief.
"Well, I confiscated this jigsaw puzzle in Seaman Jimmy’s locker during health and comfort inspection and it's too hard to solve. None of the pieces seem to fit together and I can't find any edges."

"WTF… What's the picture of?"  … asks the Chief.

"Their's a big rooster on the box," …replies the Divo.

"All right," …says the Chief... "I'll be right down as soon as I finish my coffee."

As soon as Chief enters the Workcenter  he notices his first class in the corner with a shit eating grin and a couple other sailors in the back giggl’n under their breath! The Divo looks over and greets him by saying…
"Thanks for coming in Chief ." … then leads the Chief to the desk and shows him the jigsaw puzzle!

Chief looks at the puzzle and then turns to the Divo and says…
 "For Fuck's sake, you called me down over Cock in the Box??? Put the gauddamned cornflakes back in the box you and give it back to Seaman Jimmy you jackass!!!"

Thursday, April 4, 2013

'Sailor's Barber'























A Young Seaman walks into a barber shop and asks…
 "Bob Peters here? "
To which the barber replies…
 "Nope...  We just cut hair."

Thursday, March 28, 2013

'Lil’ Game of Restroom Roulette'

Have you ever been isolated with a pack of men for days or even weeks with rarely any privacy to call your own? You're cooped up with few of the finest stinky smell’n trash talk’n bunch of worthless degenerates you could ever love remembering when tinker’n with the past. Even on a carrier the size of a small city it was hard to escape the daily banters and swindles of a few conniving brethren squids!

Back in my younger days on the ol’ Chucky “V” (CVN 70), we were known to take things into our own hands when some crooked son-of-a-bitch among us was stealing us blind. This is a tale of one of those particular times...

It is well known that on board ship, the presence of a thief can be the subject of low morale that by no means will be tolerated by the crew. There are few crimes of plunder that provoke hostility to the likes of thievery among degenerate shipmates in the high seas.

We had been in and out of port doing operational workups in preparation for the upcoming Deployment in 1994. I worked in CIWS Mount 21 and usually we would keep a bit of extra food in the battery fridge. If we didn’t like the smell of what was cook’n in the messdecks or just wanted to nibble on an afternoon snack it was a convenient place to store a little extra geedunk, that would be junk food to you landlubbers out there! Everyday something would be missing from the fridge rather it be an apple, a few cookies or a box of damn tweenkies! We had a few suspicions of “who dun it” but no one would admit the hijinx and it was gett’n way outta hand!

Finally we concocted a little arrangement that would put this dog to rest for good. We cumshawed some ex-lax from the corpsmen down in sickbay and baked them into some Duncan Hines brownies for a little game of Restroom Roulette!

You know what’s next, don’t ya? He-he!!!

We baked them lil’ bastards into the microwavable brownies and left them in the fridge knowing damn good and well whoever the sorry son-of-a-bitch was wouldn't have to worry about no constipation for quite some time. We went about our way and for six or seven hours nothing seemed to happen. We patiently waited even after noticing the culprit had taken the bait. Finally, after a few more hours passed, one of the Seasparrow types was in CIWS Mount 22 hang’n out with the fellas when “Flash, Bam, Boom,” his ass was rushing with incredible speed to the head outside the CIWS Mount. We heard the shitter stall slam shut and an excessive amount of flushing for over an hour. We choked on our own amusement as we laughed our devious lil’ butts off!

When it was all said and done the son-of-a-bitch emerged from the head look’n like something that crawled out of the desert all parched and dehydrated…

“I’m feel’n kinda Sick!” He said!


…we laughed our butts off some more!! Though I have to admit, in that type environment you gotta watch your ass, cause payback can be hell!!

In today's ‘PC’ Navy our mischievous deeds would have gotten us sent to mast for punishment and the perpetrator identified would have gotten away with thievery… But not in the Ol’ days! Word got out fast what had happened and that poor bastard never got in our refrigerator again!!!




Wednesday, March 27, 2013

'Sailor & Married Women'



Sailor walks in.........ok, he didn’t walk in, he was already there.

A fella to his side says…
 "I slept with my wife before we were married, did you?"
 The Sailor says…
 "I don't know… what was her maiden name?"

Thursday, March 21, 2013

A Crusty Ol’ Chief walks into a bar...


A Crusty Ol’ Chief walks into a bar and pulls a tiny grand piano out of his pocket. Then he pulls out a little guy who sits down and begins to play.
"Where'd you get that?"
…bartender asks.
"I have a magic bottle; you rub it and get a wish!"
The ol’ Chief replies!
Chief agrees to let the bartender try it, and pulls a grungy old whiskey bottle from his pocket. Bartender rubs it, and the room fills up with ducks, flying everywhere.

 "I didn't wish for a million 'ducks'!"

...says bartender.

"So, did you think I wished for a ten-inch pianist?"

Wednesday, March 20, 2013

Another old Doodle.



More Doodles from my 'Crackerjack' Days...