Did you know that service dress blue uniforms shrink in the closet, if you don’t wear them? True story! I had to put mine on yesterday after not having worn them for a while.
You: How long had it been, Lex?
Me: We’ll I’ll tell you. I was forced to perform a heavy wave-off on my first approach, but I set myself up more carefully for the second (no KY or baby powder required, thanga ver much) and completed the event, after no small amount of grunting and straining and a-holding of my breath. Once in, I found a key in the pocket of the trousers.
You: What key, Lex?
Me: Well just be patient gentle reader, and I’ll tell you.
You:
Me: It was the key to the Ops Office aboard USS Last Ship. Decommissioned four and a half years ago and often mourned.
You:
Me: Four and half good years. Full of jugs of wine, and cheese, and loaves of bread.
You: And thou.
Me: Right
So anyways, it was quite an adventure, and lent more fuel (as if any was necessary) to my New Year’s resolutions. What with all the cramming and straining, I had quite a hasty, agitated half hour or so at Ch?ɬ
claymour?
Claidheamh M?
Claidheamh Mòr
Ain’t google grand?
Mission accomplished, thanga ver much.
hm…. I wonder if Bill would be willing to test that theory, Lex.
I should prolly close comments before he shows back up. He’s a bit handier at this stuff than your humble scribe.
yee-har! Lex snarks Bill for #100
Hey, it’s his house, after all…
Besides: #28, #35, #38, #42 and Sarge B with a softball at #74.
BTW, the best use for a claymore is as a compact source of C4 for firestarting to roast the small woodland creatures you nail with the slingshot ammo nestled in the matrix…
Uhhhh, I won’t tell FbL you got hurt running away from me. She’ll lose all respect for you, seein’ as how I’m so gentle, kind and impishly funny…
http://fuzzilicious.blogspot.com/2005/12/meeting-chief.html
Grumpf. And she studiously forebore mentioning my rugged good looks. Wimmin…
*walks in, looks around*
Holy moley!! I go away for 3 hours and this place goes straight to you-know-where.
Great party!
Oh, and btw…
Did any of you get any actual work done today? LOL!
work..who needs work (except for that money thing).
I can’t believe I missed all the kilt swirling and lifting. We could’ve found out what they really wear under there.
Frankly, though, I think all these men need to wear Helmets for that extra special protection of the crania.
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Oh, it’s too late for that, Kat…
Most of the guys around here would do better with a helmet worn *elsewhere*, if you know what I mean….
Kat, there are two answers to that question:
1. Shoes and socks.
2. There’s nothing worn, it’s all in first class operating order.
3. I’m a man o’ few words lass, gimme yer hand.
There’s THREE answers to that question….
*grin*
nice answer, FireTeacher…..
I guess it’s a hands-on lesson, eh?
[...] Which is likely to be a class of very thin, very pale ale today, on account of the fact that your humble scribe has had well enough, thanks awfully, of incredible shrinking uniforms and has taken up a new regime. Or perhaps he should say getting back on the old one again, the general over-press of life’s many other requirements notwithstanding. The new/old regime comes complete with dieting and physical exercise and I am, to be both short and blunt, very nearly off to the gym. It’s only you that’s holding me back and you really ought to be ashamed of yourselves. [...]
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