I’m very curious to know of the after-effects these guys experienced.
Reading the above, I am more convinced than ever that the drill sergeants are there to suppress normal human instincts and emotions, not the weird or sick stuff which is probably likely to make one a better killing machine anyway.
I’m reminded, reading this, of item #189 on the Skippy List.
I’ve also seen someone accidentally drink from a chaw spit-can. He was doing full body heaves before he made it to the head. I really didn’t count that as meeting the requirement for the OP, since it was not a voluntary action.
*I can’t recall the exact breakdown of the acronym, but it’s the evasion and survival course that pilots (among others) get for surviving when downed behind enemy lines.
I’m getting full body heaves just thinking about it!
When I was in college in Gainesville, FL, I worked part-time at a convenience store. It must be a Southern thing (and I was born & raised in Jax, FL and haven’t seen this since moving to NJ), but a lot of women carry their cash in their brassieres.
Have you ever been witness to a woman digging around in her Playtex for that fiver, and then slapping the sweaty thing on the counter as payment?
:eek:
VNCJ~
SERE stands for Survival, Escape, Resistance, and Evasion. It’s about the only course that makes Pilots (normally the most coddled and worshipped of AF ranks) seriously think about quitting their jobs and becomming fry cooks - I did it, at 18, and when I was one tough mother and grew up in MT butchering my own meat, and it damn near fractured my brain 
Once in Taiwan, a few years back, I witnessed a family of 4, plus their elderly grandfather, exit a hotel elevator and sit on one of the plush couches in the lobby. As the father went to retrieve the car the grandfather stood up suddenly and had the largest bowel movement I have ever seen or heard.
There was shit everywhere. It was running down his pant legs and pooling on the lobby floor like chunky chocolate pudding. Obviously the other members of the family were quite aghast at this sight and quickly proceeded to usher gramps out to the now awaiting car. They got gramps in. They all climbed in and then vanished. To this day I wonder what the smell in the car must have been like.
I had to inform the hotel staff of the events. There was shit everywhere; on the marble tiles, on the couch, rugs, through the revolving doors, on the entrance.
I can picture it like it happened yesterday.
Ancient Chinese secret!
The “winner” threw up for a few hours, but he was up for training the next day.
The other one (that ate the cig butts) had a bad stomachache, but again, was up for training.
I didn’t witness this myself, but it was a reliable source.
A friend was walking down the street one day, and he saw a man out of the corner of his eye. He then saw a swift movement towards the ground.
When he glanced over, he saw that the man was standing up, bent over at the waist so that his torso was at a 90 degree angle to his legs, his pants were down and he was pooping. Just standing on the sidewalk. With his butt facing the road. Just poopin’.
When I was a kid, I had a very accident-prone mate. One time he wiped out on his bike (because the front tire came off) and skidded down the hill he was riding on mostly on his face. Left him with half his face looking pretty darn rough (although he looks fine now as an adult).
So I convinced him, when it was still healing, to take off the bandages and come over to my house and scare my sister. She was nine at the time, and I had him dress up in a scary suit and everything.
I don’t think she’s forgiven me yet for that, although it’s been 20 years since it happened. Or maybe it was the time I convinced her she was adopted, and locked her out of the house telling her it was time for her to find her real family that she hasn’t forgiven me for. Or maybe when she was convinced she was better than Houdini at escaping and I had to disprove that by tying her up, upside down in a sleeping bag, and hanging the sleeping bag from a tree. Of course, she was willing to go through that, just not willing to have to stay there until our parents came home. Oops.
The guy was having a hard time of things, had been out of work for a while, and I guess just needed the money. I never saw the guy again, thank Og.
What about the guy who made the bet with him and allowed him to go through with it? I’d shun his ass too.
(My ex-husband once told me that he saw a hooker do the same thing in front of him and a bunch of his college buddies. I never knew whether it was a true story or not, but it really lowered my opinion of him.)
Not a stranger, but one of the nastier things I’ve seen was when my buddy at the age of 13 figured out you could urinate into a super-soaker water gun. He seemed a bit dehydrated that day too; the spray was a nice deep, dark, foamy yellow.
Seen people picking their nose at buffet style restaurants, then grab the serving utensile. Appetite lost.
My wife and I often share drinks and on one occasion we found a roach in the cup after removing the lid to get a refill…it was hard to control the urge to vomit. Hardees in Warrensburg,MO
You know, I’m just home from work and a little tired. It took me a good minute and a half to process “Playtex” - the bra - from “Kotex”, which is what I originally got in my head. Ugh ugh ugh ugh.
Anyhow. My grandmother used to do to the earwax-as-lip blam. Her earwax. My lips. Really, honestly, truly. My siblings got it as well. It cured my chronic chapped lips because I did. not. lick. them. any. more. after that.
Not a stranger, but a roommate I had in grad school story. She and I shared a bathroom, and every week or so I had to Windex the mirror, which had these strange white dried threads on it, multiplying daily until I’d clean it, only to get more almost immediately. Took me months of wondering until I accidentally saw what she was doing. You know those eyeball mucus strands you pick out of your eyes in the morning? She’d pull them out of her eyes, then wipe them on the mirror, several times a day. She had to have had chronic eye problems; these things were GIGANTIC. Not so much gross, but so strange that it stayed with me.