Monty, Apparently I’m stupid too. I don’t get the story or I’m overlooking a detail.
You’re not alone.
Thirded.
No, the KKK can’t be officially banned, for the most part.
But don’t worry. While we have a ways to go–as all countries–in achieving race equality, the KKK is not a serious threat in terms of numbers, though there may indeed be some in every state. By contrast, in the 1920s they really did have about four million members nationwide, and that in a time when the total population was much smaller, and there’s a notorious photograph from the era showing them holding a massive parade down Pennsylvania Avenue in Washington, DC, within sight of the White House and Capitol.
Stoopid client of the year award (2006) went to the woman who picked up her female Golden Retriever after a rear leg was amputated. She asked if the dog could still have puppies. I told her yes, although a leg was removed, her uterus was still present. Her second question, “Will the puppies be born with 3 or 4 legs?”.
Monty was simply the “delivery boy,” he had no way of knowing what, if anything, was in the case.
Former cow-orker responding to my comment that immigrants come here because in their homelands they often don’t have houses or make a lot of money: But if they don’t have houses, then they don’t need to make a lot of money.
Another former cow-orker’s response to my implication that he came from a family of sheepfuckers: Well, sheep are useful.
My stepmother: I’m glad I’m not smart.
BALDRICK: Sir, what should we do if we tread on a mine?
CAPTAIN BLACKADDER: The usual procedure, Baldrick, is to leap straight up in the air and disperse yourself over a wide area.
I don’t get this one either. There must be some reason why the briefcase would have been empty when it arrived, a reason obvious to servicemen but not to civilians. You mentioned that nobody in Yokosuka had the combination – meaning, there was no way they should have known if it was empty or not? Then why did they think it was empty?
What was supposed to go in that briefcase, anyway? What does “Disbursing” mean in this context?
Hypno-Toad, The Chao goes Mu, and Beadalin: The chick first asked me why I did not deliver the briefcase. She then informed me that the unit in Yokosuka had it. So, how did she think it got there, did it teleport itself? That’s why I told her where to go.
And, as Tuckerfan mentioned, I was the delivery dude and had no way of knowing what was in it or not in it.
Left your name out of the previous post, BG. Sorry.
The CDOs didn’t have the combo; however, the Disbursing Officers and Chiefs did. As far as I know, the stuff in the thing was paperwork relating to Disbursing. I doubt there was ever any money in it.
For the Navy, Disbursing relates to the disbursement of government funds. It’s what the Army calls Finance.
I had one of those Jaw-droppingly stupid moments today talking with a friend. It went like this.
Stucco: So I tried the leg press machine today. I don’t get it, I leg pressed 100 pounds more than I squat, and I don’t even feel tired. Does something about sitting up make it easier?
Friend: … How much do you weigh? … More than 100 pounds right?
Stucco: lightbulb
It didn’t even occur to me that I have to squat myself too. I can’t even claim it was low blood flow to the brain after my crazy weight-lifting feat.
edit: Jaw-droppingly, not ‘aw-droppingly’
Give me another week in this office, and I’ll be starting Pit threads about these people.
Masons = the KKK woman was chatting about The Evils of Television. Not about the violence or sex or whatever is the standard bitch about TV, oh no. TV is evil because of Cable. “ESPN is the work of Satan! All those satellites up there for the cable TV are ruining our Nature.”
All immigrants are from Red China woman responded with a knowing nod and the comment “Yeah, those things hum all the time, and it’s killing the bees and frogs. Just think about that!”
I really need a different job.
For “Baldrick,” read “Lt. George.” Otherwise, mostly right.
And I see Monty’s point now.
As the penultimate paragraph on this page mentions, there was a time (albeit long before the first volume in the “Nancy Drew” series was published) when South America had a monopoly on quinine production. Once enough cinchona seeds were smuggled to Java, plantations could be established on that island, and the South American ability to dictate the price of quinine was thus compromsed.
In the film The Great Raid, which is set during World War II (more Nancy’s time), one of the plot points involves the smuggling of quinine into a POW camp. The Philippines (setting of the movie) were an American territory that had been occupied by the Japanese, and the Filipino underground defied Emperor Hirohito’s men by sneaking the precious malaria-fighting drug into the camp where Allied troops were held.
On a related note, Brazil had a monopoly on rubber production until an Englishman named Henry Wickham took a few seeds to the then-British colony of Malaya in 1876. Within a few decades, the Malay peninsula had become the world’s chief source of latex.
After my first Field Training Excercise (FTX) with 1/5 Cav at Ft. Hood:
My vehicle blew out her tranny on the third day, so we required a tow back to the motor pool at the end of the excercise. Ft. Hood in general, and the 1st Cav in particular, were sticklers for having everything dress-right-dress-and-cover-down, and the recovery vehicle driver was doing his best to get my vehicle lined up just perfectly in the motor pool with the rest of the vehicles in out unit. But try as he might, he couldn’t get it just perfect.
So the Battalion Commander, Battalion XO, Battalion Sergeant Major, our Company Commander, XO, and 1st Sergeant are all standing around my vehicle, worrying about how we were going to get it lined up just perfectly.
The rest of the Battalion is ready to go home after three weeks of intense field maneuvers, but can’t because approximately 50 years of combined Army experience is more worried about making everything lined up perfect and square (on the off chance that the Division Commander might just fly overhead and spot the out-of-place vehicle) rather than taking care of the troops.
Finally, our Battalion XO (a Major with only “leg infantry” background/experience) comes up with this brilliant plan:
We went home very shortly thereafter, and left my vehicle exactly where “It*” was.
No, I’m sure it was Baldrick in that bit. In “Blackadder the First,” Baldrick was the smartest one of Blackadder’s clique, but in all subsequent series Baldrick was the stupidest – stupider even than Lord Percy or Prince George or Lieutenant George.
It was the LT. But now I have to go watch it again just to be sure. I’ll let you know.
If there was a military version of Dilbert (and there may be one, for all I know), this would have made a great strip.
It was called Willie and Joe.
A guy at this warehouse i used to work at asked if his girlfriend (or any woman, I suppose) could become pregnant from swallowing semen.
It was hard not to tease him about that question. 
Two of my coworkers were discussing who is the youngest person in our office. They were both born the same year, in the same month. So coworker1 says ‘I was born on the fifth of the month.’
Coworker2 replies to him ‘HA! I’m older than you! I was born on the 23rd.’
It took three people to explain to her that although 23 is bigger than 5, that does not mean she is older.