REPEAT 6 [ FD 200 RT 60 ]
Hmm. For me, this thread brings new meaning to the scene in ‘Master of Disguise’ where Pistachio asks “Am I not turtley enough for the turtle club?”
You bet your sweet ass I am. Been 40 years or so now.
You bet your sweet ass I am! My dad inducted me 40 years ago at the ripe age of 8, and I thought it just the greatest excuse to be able to say “ass” without getting in trouble. The salacious jokes went WAY over my head at the time. He had a membership card and everything.
I am not, but I do own turtle shirts for when I mess up.
Has anyone ever actually tasted the questioner’s donkey, to confirm its saccharitude?
This was asked of a few astronauts on live broadcast channels a few times, resulting in some amusing responses. I think the replies generally came back recorded on other channels to avoid buying drinks for everyone within hearing range.
No need. We know our asses are sweet the same way we know our kitties are sweet. They just are. 
You bet your sweet ass I am. Since high school.
This thread reminded me of this song, which I haven’t thought of in decades.
You bet your sweet ass I’m a Turtle.
1975 or 1976 for me.
That’s the way I understand it.
My impression is that the turtle password thing was more relevant back when saying “ass” in many public places was taboo. I remember George Gobel on the Tonight Show once, probably in the early 1970s, talking about the Turtles. Since you couldn’t say “ass” on TV at that time, he explained that every Turtle was required to own a donkey, and if asked if you were a Turtle, you were required to bet your donkey. Or something like that.
I went to a talk by Chuck Yeager and the National Air & Space Museum. Afterwards, he took questions from the audience. I considered asking if he was a turtle. I had read about the turtle club, probably in The Right Stuff. I couldn’t remember if Yeager was ‘in the club’ according to the book, or if that was just a thing with the astronauts.
I probably wouldn’t have been the first, or the first dozen, to ask him that, anyway.
I would like to invoke my Fifth Amendment rights on this line of questioning.
Tripler
Teenage? No. Ninja? Yes. Mutant? I grew up in NJ. Turtle? I plead the 5th.
For the second semester of my freshman year at Memphis State (1973) I volunteered to work registration so I could pick my classes ahead of time. I was assigned to help make IDs. During some downtime, all of us volunteers had Turtle Club IDs made. I know it was explained at the time but I’d forgotten all about the meaning until I saw this thread. I kept that ID in my wallet until my purse was stolen several years ago. I wish I still had it. It had a great picture of my adorable hippie self. 
YBYSAIA. Just like Wally Shirra.
This morning in my Suspect email folder I got this: ‘Why your membership in Turtle Club is so important.’ The email address is ‘sales’ at the domain registered to Employers Choice Services of Michigan, so it’s obviously spam. But the body of the text is what I remember from a (the?) Turtle Club website from years ago.
I am bitter opposed to the Ninjas who infest America’s sewers.
It’s thanks to the Turtles that I learned a particular four-letter word ending in “k” that is another term for intercourse.
Have you talked about it?