1.) “Honestly chief, I know that skin cancer is a concern, but as a guy who spends his entire professional life underwater, you’re hardly a high risk candidate.”
2) Word around the goat locker was that chicks digged guys who hung around the planes. Sadly but characteristically, Chief Sharkey – once again – misunderstood.
3) In a futile protest against the new Navy Working Uniform, Chief Sharkey hoped to demonstrate that Service Dress Blue was a far superior camouflage for those working around anechoic tile. He had never learned to swim however, and the bright green float coat terminally damaged his argument.
4) 0700 on the second Sunday in March. Diving quarters was scheduled for 0800, and Chief Sharkey couldn’t help but notice that it was strangely quiet about the decks – he was about to learn the hazards of failing to “spring forward”.
Harrumph! ” In the mood to be generous with his praise, the Chief makes a mental note to thank the crew for shutting the windows.
Mocketh not the COB… even the CAP knows that!
Cap’n
He Who Mocks a Master Chief Petty Officer has a serious career death wish. It matters not which Warfare Community (Surface, Sub-Surface or Aviation) the MCPO community is small, organized and not only knows where the bodies are buried, they probably helped some aspiring Naval Aviator bury them.
Shipmates,
I would advise a new course heading. The seas about the Good Captain are likely to get ‘rough’
You have Been Warned
He’s having a smoke outta the wx..dam smart of him.
That’s why he’s a Chief and we ain’t!
b2
As a civilian, I look at the hash marks and think that he can stand anywhere he damned well likes…..
Acting as the traffic cop for the ship, the Command Master Chief turned around too late to stop the crew returning from deployment from their anticipated Liberty call, and all those babes on the pier.
Says he, “Now what are all those guys doing kissing all those women and children on the pier when I told them I’ve got to get the fresh stores down for the duty section tonight? ……..Is that my wife in my favorite dress slit up to her navel kissing on the Bull Nuke?????”
Subsunk out.
Finally home after six months at sea, and shaded under the wing of a giant phallus, Ned contemplates global warming.
Awwwright lissen up! Everything aft of here belongs to you glow in the dark nukes. Everything forward of here belongs to the Ops Crew. Any questions? Dint think so.
What do you say to the chief when you comes in to work at 1000 instead of for quarters?
Mornin Chief…
I know that guy!…We were on the same boat (when I got out 12 years ago…We were both MM1′s then, I guess he stayed in)
“The seas about the Good Captain are likely to get ‘rough’”
Sir, I have no idea what happened to your retirement packet, sir….Are you sure you submitted it? Was it completed correctly? If we could but find your records, I am sure we could prove that you are who you claim you are and get started on processing your packet; I must warn you that impersonating an officer is a severe offense, especially since we can’t seem to determine that you ever actually joined the Navy in any capacity.
Please have a seat.
Puts “walking the deck” in a whole new light….
That plane seems to have more camber on its upper surface than its lower, looks like a NACA 4-digit airfoil section. Subs need more lift going up than down? Kinda figures, quick diving ain’t as important as it used to be.