After a
wild night on the town in Tijuana, our young Sailor woke up and discovered a
toothless old blotchy-skinned 220lb hag snoring beside him. Revulsed, he turned
the other way and found himself crawling over a beautiful young Senorita who
mistook his approach as an effort to engage in some sex antics …
“Not
me Senor” … she said … “I’m only the Bridesmaid!”
For November we give you these Cheesecake Beauties to Oogle, Ogle, and Eyeball as long as you like. Enjoy yourself, Shipmates…
In honor
of Halloween, I thought I would share with you a Navy ghost story...
On August 16, 1942, the L-8, a Navy anti-submarine blimp, was setting off on a routine reconnaissance mission. The destination was the Farallon Islands, about 30 miles off the coast of San Francisco to look for approaching Japanese submarines. The blimp would take off from Treasure Island with two crew members, Ernest Cody and Charles Adams. They would circle the islands and return to base with any information.
An hour into the flight, they radioed back that they had detected an oil spill and would keep investigating. At about 10:30 AM, two ships and a Pan Am airline saw the blimp and it appeared to be on course. Around noon, people on a beach near Dale City watched the L-8 crash into some rocks along the shore before heading back up into the sky. She would finally come down among a residential block just a short distance into the city. When rescuers rushed to the scene of the accident, they were shocked to find that the cockpit was empty. There was no sign of either Cody or Adams anywhere.
As the Navy began its investigation, it was found that all equipment was in working order, parachutes and life rafts were still in place, and the radio was fine. Two life vests were missing, however. It was common practice for the men to wear them during a mission if they were to go over the water.
As news of the missing crew spread, there were many theories proposed to explain their disappearance. One such theory suggested a potential fight that had broken out between the two which caused them to fall through an open door. Another proposed that they had somehow been captured by the enemy. Some even believed that UFOs were involved.
The L-8 was thoroughly
investigated, but no clues were ever found. She was repaired and kept in
service until 1982. However, after the crash, her duties were mostly
nonmilitary and even used to broadcast sporting events. No trace of the two men
have ever been found and the L-8 blimp mystery has never been solved.
The Bosun’s
Mate ushered a Seaman into the Captain’s Cabin and announced…
“Sir, I
found this man on the poop deck masturbating, with both hands!”
The
Captain roared …
“That’s
awful! Throw him in the Brig and charge that man with Bigamy!”
While
it’s true that Sailors seldom make passes
At
girls who are plain and wear glasses,
If
you’ll sit on his lap,
And
play with his flap,
He’ll
start wondering how good your ass is!!!
The Sea
Captain's young bride,
fell into the bay at low tide,
You could tell by her squeals,
that some of the eels,
had found a new dark place to hide.
A Sea-Going Girl from Madrid
Once
had an affair with a Squid
Said
she, “No more eels.”
No
more Dolphins or Seals…
Once
you’ve had a Squid, you’ve been did!!!
There
once was an Annapolis Middy
Who
was fondling his lady friend’s titty
She
started to wiggle
She
started to squirm
And
that’s when the middy fed her the worm!
A
Sea-Going Sweetheart so Brave
Had
a gal that was too good to save
So
she joined the Navy …
To
put out her Gravy …
Every
man in the Fleet wore out that Wave!
He
couldn't be a swabbie, Davy;
He got seasick on waters wavy.
Still, he was with seamen,
Who, filled with his semen,
Said, "Davy, mate, you're in the Navy!"
She’s
very pregnant,
The
Sailor’s friend Rose.
Who
the father is
GOB
only knows!
(
Fin )
When joining the ol’ Canoe Club many of us had nocturnal fantasies of those beautiful island girls of the south pacific! Being a West Coast Sailor for many years I’ve had many wonderful experiences in the islands. Here’s a collection of ‘toons’ for you all to enjoy of those grass skirt beauties we often dreamed about...
A young
Seaman sought permission from his Skipper to leave the ship on special liberty
during his duty day.
“You See”
… he explained … “My wife is expecting!”
“OH” …
said the Skipper … “Go ahead then and tell your wife I wish her luck.”
The
following week the same sailor was back again with the same explanation … “My
wife is expecting.”
The Skipper
looked surprised … “Still expecting? Well, well son, you must be quite
bothered. Of course you can have the time off.”
When the
same sailor appeared again on the third week, the Skipper lost his temper.
“Don’t
tell me your wife is still expecting” … he bellowed!
“Yes Sir!”
… says
the Sailor …
“She’s
still expecting.”
“What in
hell is she expecting shipmate?”
Simply put … “Me” … said the sailor!
