Sometimes this job just sucks...

Miscellaneous and Personal Stuff I Must Share
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Well, I get a couple of hours watching the Super Bowl and doin’ a little posting and guess who interupts my reverie?

Those pains in the ass want to go to bed!

They were in the middle of reviewing Baltimore’s touchdown (apparently it counted) and I had to go fetch 'em, lead 'em to their racks, tuck 'em in, hear their prayers, read 'em a story, give 'em each a good night kiss and shut off the lights.

I also got to roll 'em out of their racks in the morning at 0700.

This job gets worse by the minute…

22

Hey, didnt you have a run-in with a washington redskins cheerleaders breast? Helping her unfasten her lifejacket I belive.

23

Shit, Chief if those broads get cold aboard ship and need a warm body to cuddle up with, I think I can arrange a quick TDY over there. . .
Tripler
And believe me, I’ll be warm. So share dammit. . .

24

“O, wither’d is the garland of the war,
The soldier’s pole is fall’n”
–Antony & Cleopatra, Act 4, Scene XV

25

Well, I rousted The Girls. And apparently they are the exception that proves the rule:

They were quiteperky, alert and even looked good first thing in the morning. Too bad most of them wouldn’t eat the eggs (I don’t know whether it was the eggs look or fat content which shied them away.).

Hey, we don’t have many choices out here.