'Another Naughtycal Joke'

As I slipped my finger slowly inside her hole, I could immediately feel it getting wetter and wetter.

I took my finger back out and within seconds she was going down on me.

I thought to myself…

"I really need a new boat."

'Sandpaper Sally'

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The Sailor had not been with a woman for a full deployment, and he'd been waiting for a trip to the whorehouse for quite a while! He wasted no time picking out a lovely young lady for his pleasures, and almost dragged her into the room with him...

As he pumped away fast and furious, he was having a hell of a time maintaining his erection as the girl's vagina felt like a cheese grater! When the discomfort became too much, he rolled off on the bed!! The young hooker, who knew he wasn't done, asked…

"What's the matter, honey?"

"I don't know… that pussy of yours is tearing me up something fierce!"

The girl smiled…

"Don't worry about a thing. I'll be back in just a second. I'll make sure you get your money's worth!"

The Sailor laid on the bed as the girl got up and went into the bathroom! He didn't hear anything much so he asked…

"What's your name, anyway?"

… Hoping he would get an answer. The girl replied…

"Everybody here calls me Sandpaper Sally!"

A minute later, the smiling girl came back into the room, and laid back down on the bed! She said…

"It's okay now."

…  And the Sailor climbed back into the saddle and began banging away like there was no tomorrow! In no more than sixty seconds, he reached his climax, and was totally satisfied!! Considering the radical difference in the tenderness of the young lady's love tunnel, he asked…

"Say, Sally, what did you do to make that feel so much better?"

Sally, putting her clothes back on replied…

"Oh, I just pealed back the scabs and let the pus run!"

'Another Half Hitch'

Another Great Half Hitch Comic Strip on the Strip…

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Peso Shows, Smiles, or Lap Dances at the Dejavu...

 To any Crackerjack Sailor who remembers … here’s to  an evening of grinding lap dances, G-stringed booties and greasy poles, drinking things that could send you to the moon, and waking up  in the arms of someone who may or may not have an Adam’s apple!!!

'Forty-Eight Hours On A Rusty Old FRAM'

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This no-shit sea shanty was written by some junior officer onboard the USS Hawkins (DD 873) back in the 1950s’…

It’s sang to the tune of the song  “The Wreck of the Anna Maria”  written by Ryan’s Fancy, on their album Dark Island!!!

Forty-eight hours on a rusty old FRAM
How my throat seemed to long for a beer
I’ll be glad to see land and once more lay my hand
On the auto I left on the pier. 

From Philly’s pier two we went laden
With cockroaches, dopers, and rinks.
And I hope that we may get back into the bay
Before the whole lot of us sinks. 

There’s trouble aloft with the Forty
There’s sludge in the old coffee urn
The DRT’s broke, the machine’s got no Coke,
And the spring bearing’s starting to burn. 

Our ship was an antique destroyer
She’ll go out a-cruising no more
But still you can bet when you shave with Gillette
You’re seeing the Hawkins once more. 

Forty-eight hours on a rusty old FRAM
How my throat seemed to long for a beer
I’ll be glad to see land and once more lay my hand
On the auto I left on the pier.