Evidently the mustard, relish, and ketchup are for the hotdogs.
That's how Michael Jackson died. He ate a 3-year old wiener.
Drum roll... exit stage left!
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Evidently the mustard, relish, and ketchup are for the hotdogs.
These guys know what to do with the condiments:Evidently the mustard, relish, and ketchup are for the hotdogs.
This was actually something that instructors in various schools would look for. If your face looked demoralized, even if you weren’t, they would swarm you and give you crap every time they saw it until you learned when you had that face and changed it. Stoic traits are extremely valuable in tactical situations.
They never mention this stuff on the UVM parents tour....
There's even a building named after the Father of Eugenics!
http://www.rutlandreader.com/vermont-eugenics-when-our-branding-wasnt-so-sweet/
But it's ok... it was 'settled science' at the time.
Just remember, when you come a-visiting the Green Mountains, you are spending your tourist money on the place that inspired several Holocausts. And created the scientific studies to justify them all!
Cheers,
Sirhr
Even if the confused look is drummed out of them, you still can't spell lost without LT.
Army LTs are always lost. Navy LTs navigate ships across the globe.
And into the path of cargo container ships... (sorry, couldn't resist).![]()
Confusing shiphandling with navigation. Common mistake for Marines.
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Actually it's the Quartermasters who navigate ships across the globe. The LT’s say things like:Army LTs are always lost. Navy LTs navigate ships across the globe.
And that confusion is what led to them running into said container ship. That or the LT was in the corner of CIC rubbing one out to some porn, instead of paying attention to the ship handling AND navigation. Just saying.Marine LT's get weeded out for stupidity, usually by an enemy bullet. Navy LT's don't have that safe guard...they just get promoted.
Officers do both. Being OOD and SWO qualified, I should know.Actually it's the Quartermasters who navigate ships across the globe. The LT’s say things like:
“Right fifteen degrees rudder, add one turn”.
“Is this right? 1NM CPA? Here, you check my MOBOARD.”
“Wheels, how far off PIM are we?”
Just to make sure we're on the same page: LT = CAPT (03)
LOL you wishJust so we're on the same page USMC 0-2 =/> USN 0-3.
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Reddit users were asked “What’s the laziest thing you’ve ever done?” And one former sailor’s response is so incredible we had to share it.
We usually only write about Alabama-related things, so let’s just assume this took place aboard one of the Alabama-built Littoral Combat Ships.
I was once on a US military ship, having breakfast in the wardroom (officers lounge) when the Operations Officer (OPS) walks in. This guy was the definition of NOT a morning person; he’s still half asleep, bleary eyed… basically a zombie with a bagel. He sits down across from me to eat his bagel and is just barely conscious. My back is to the outboard side of the ship, and the morning sun is blazing in one of the portholes putting a big bright-a** circle of light right on his barely conscious face. He’s squinting and chewing and basically just remembering how to be alive for today. It’s painful to watch.
But then zombie-OPS stops chewing, slowly picks up the phone, and dials the bridge. In his well-known I’m-still-totally-asleep voice, he says ‘heeeey. It’s OPS. Could you… shift our barpat… yeah, one six five. Thanks.’ And puts the phone down. And then he just sits there. Squinting. Waiting.
And then, ever so slowly, I realize that that big blazing spot of sun has begun to slide off the zombie’s face and onto the wall behind him. After a moment it clears his face and he blinks slowly a few times and the brilliant beauty of what I’ve just witnessed begins to overwhelm me. By ordering the bridge to adjust the ship’s back-and-forth patrol by about 15 degrees, he’s changed our course just enough to reposition the sun off of his face. He’s literally just redirected thousands of tons of steel and hundreds of people so that he could get the sun out of his eyes while he eats his bagel. I am in awe.
He slowly picks up his bagel and for a moment I’m terrified at the thought that his own genius may escape him, that he may never appreciate the epic brilliance of his laziness (since he’s not going to wake up for another hour). But between his next bites he pauses, looks at me, and gives me the faintest, sly grin, before returning to gnaw slowly on his zombie bagel.
Fixed it for you bro.Just so we're on the same page USMC E-2 =/> USN 0-3.
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Fixed it for you bro.
APA obviously is an acronym for the American Pussy Association. not sure I'd put much stock in what those fools think![]()