Ahead of the Fourth of July, I’ve gathered up some fabulous patriotic pinups for all to enjoy! These pin-up models and America’s celebrations of Independence Day go together like a well-fitted glove with fireworks, sparklers, and red, white and blue get-ups, they are surely cause for celebration I hope my shipmates can enjoy…
(Fin)
Okay, I hadn’t written one in a while, and this memory comes from my days on the ol’ Baglady when me and my running mate Smithee used to hang our Dixie Cup at the Quarterdeck and play like a couple of Barnacle Billies out on the town enjoying the heck out of whatever cheap fun we could find in the San Diego area. Back in those days, we had to manufacture our own recipe for fun as we never heard of any Welfare and Recreation Department.
Back then
they had a 3 par golf course across the way on the “Dry Side” of San Diego 32nd
Street Naval Base. In the days before promoting sobriety, proper behavior,
discouraging smoking, and putting swabbies in stupid aquaflage uniforms, we
could down a few cold ones and smoke a pack on the course before heading out on
the town for our carnal delights. This was one of our orinial forms of morale, welfare,
and recreations.
Here you
could catch the sounds of vocabulary not suited for your typical home grown
Wally & Beaver Cleaver. We’d load up our golf bag while drinking ourselves dry
and hooking and slashing balls in every which direction. We rented our clubs,
which were usually substandard and any self-respecting golfer wouldn’t be
caught dead with at a headhunter’s convention. I remember the putter was about
good for nothing but scratching the major league leper fungus between our toes
and throwing at the bushes when they didn’t perform well… kind of like a John McEnroe
tantrum at every green!
At the
consistent run of one beer per hole, we were already about two beers in when we
got to the 3rd green. Now I know many of you out there say it makes
no damned sense to wear a ball cap with the brim on the back of your head like
a Lilly assed teenager. But I’m here to tell you, I had a Florida Gators' visor,
just like “The Ball Coach” Steve Spurrier, and I would wear that backward out
on the course to prevent me from getting self-barbequed on the back of my neck!
I got plenty of static from all the MO, Larry, and Curly’s onboard the ship…
“Alright,
which one of you fuckers took my visor hat thing-ma-bob?”
“Why do
we gotta be fuckers?”
“I meant
that as a term of endearment, because I love yall."
… but I
didn’t give a damn, that’s just the way we played. Anyway, I digress…
We were
on the third hole, when I wacked myself one hell of a drive down the fairway.
It was the most beautiful thing I’d ever seen… except for them pantyless ladies
dancing on the glass catwalk at the “A-Club” in Tijuana! Smithee and I both
watch as my ball slammed the flag pole over the hole and looked like it has
slung off somewhere into the rough. I thought, “I’ll be damned.”
We both walked
the green like a FOD Walkdown looking for that ball as we had no idea where the
hell it took off too. Smithee got the good graces to go to the hole and look …
and I’ll be damned if he didn’t find my ball right in the bulls-eye! I swear to
Neptune and his harem of mermaids!!! Anybody that knows Smithee can ask him to
back it up. It’s the only Hole-in-One I’d ever made… including put-put golf!
Every SOB
and his brother I tell that story to says that’s damned near impossible and
that I’m full of shit! Well, after all of these years, Smithee confirmed it for
me on this here Facebook.
At some
point we tried our luck at the Balboa Golf Course and I swear a damned chipmunk
came down from a tree and stole my ball! I never seen such a thing in my life.
He just came right down the tree and grabbed the damned thing before running
back up the tree. If I’d known any better, I could’ve sworn he was giving us
the bird from up there in that tree… That’s a no-shitter and I’m sticking to
it!!!
The Hawaiian Lei is not to be confused with an ordinary lay. Both are pronounced the same, but they smell quite different when a sailor is in one up to his neck!!!
"Jody" whose luxurious lifestyle is contrasted with military deprivations in a number of traditional calls. Jody is the person who stays at home, drives your car, and gets your sweetheart while you’re in Bootcamp or on deployment! Here is an old popular cadence about Jody that I hope you can all enjoy...
You had a good home but you left / You're
right
You had a good home but you left / You're right
Jody was there when you left / You're right
Your baby was there when you left / You're right
Sound off! / 1,2
Sound off! / 3,4
Cadence count! / 1,2,3,4,1,2...3,4!
Your baby was lonely, as lonely could be /
Til Jody provided the company
Ain't it great to have a pal /
Who works so hard just to keep up morale
Sound off! / 1,2
Sound off! / 3,4
Cadence count! / 1,2,3,4,1,2...3,4!
There ain't no use in going back /Jody's livin' it up in the shack / Jody's got
somethin' you ain't got /
It's been so long I almost forgot / Sound off! /
1,2 / Sound off! / 3,4/ Cadence count!/ 1,2,3,4,1,2...3,4!
A
shipwrecked sailor had spent several years on a deserted island, completely
alone. Then one morning he was thrilled to see a ship offshore and a smaller
vessel pulling out towards him.
When the boat grounded on the beach, the officer in charge handed the marooned
sailor a bundle of newspapers and told him…
“The Captain
sends his regards and said to read through these and let us know if you still want
to be rescued.”
It can be tough being a father to a kid, or two, or three… So here’s to all of you Fathers out there trying to make the best of it!
After
months at sea, a sailor ran into the first whore house he could find. The madam
said…
“Well,
with the fleet in, all of my girls are busy, but I can take care of you.”
The
sailor being ever so desperate said…
“In my
condition, you will do.”
So later
in the sack, the madam got enthused and said…
“I may
have winter in my hair, but I’ve got summer in my heart.”
The
sailor replied…
“Yes, and
if you don’t get a little spring in your fanny, we’re gonna be here til’ fall!”
