Humor for my Navy and Marine friends

We found a bowl with dog kibble in it in our HHG shipment one time.
When those packers come in, any and everything goes.

We arrived at a new destination with a nicely packed garbage can full of garbage!

You learn to look extra hard at what you leave out before they come in to box things up.

As far as finding the turtle, I think those packers used to delight in marking the boxes with the most non-descript labels they could think of. Opening each of them is like opening gifts at Christmas - you have NO idea what might be in them!
 
When those packers come in, any and everything goes.

We arrived at a new destination with a nicely packed garbage can full of garbage!

You learn to look extra hard at what you leave out before they come in to box things up.

As far as finding the turtle, I think those packers used to delight in marking the boxes with the most non-descript labels they could think of. Opening each of them is like opening gifts at Christmas - you have NO idea what might be in them!
Oh yes on the box markings.
 
@Devil Doc I saw Robert Duvall in person once. It was 1975 & I was in high school. He was playing basketball at the Flushing YMCA. The Godfather movie was out so we all knew who he was but none of us approached him.
At that gym, when us youngsters played played basketball against the old guard, they would take 2-handed set shots!! & they would go in!! (I didn't close out quick enough :( )
Bet I'm the only poster on the forum whose defended (or tried to) the set shot:)
"All those years ago"...(said the way Katharine Hepburn would've...)
 
Bet I'm the only poster on the forum whose defended (or tried to) the set shot:)

Umm No. I used it quite effectively when teaching my kids to play and actually always used it when
shooting foul shots
 
The Colonel and the First Sergeant were sitting outside HQ having their morning coffee while a Private was nearby filling sandbags to reinforce the position as the neighbors down the road tended to get feisty once in a while. The Col. and First began to discuss sex. The Col. felt that sex was 80% pleasure and 20% work. The First Sergeant said he was wrong and sex was 20% pleasure and 80% work. The Private stopped filling the sand bags and said, you are both wrong. How so asked the Col? The Private answered, well with all due respect sex must be 100% pleasure because if work had anything to do with it you would have me doing it.
 
I just found this on a real estate investment site I belong to. A real estate guy, supposedly, said something about a "hot water heater." I was just about to ask him if the water is already hot then why do you need a water heater when this popped up:

waterheater.jpg
 
A man and a little boy entered a barbershop together. After the man received the full treatment - shave, shampoo, manicure, haircut, etc. - he placed the boy in the chair.

"I'm goin' to buy a green tie to wear for the parade," he said. "I'll be back in a few minutes."

When the boy's haircut was completed and the man still hadn't returned, the barber said, "Looks like your daddy's forgotten all about you." "That wasn't my daddy," said the boy. "He just walked up, took me by the hand and said, 'Come on, son, we're gonna get a free haircut!'"
 
Poor barbers:

A young boy enters a barber shop and the barber whispers to his customer, 'This is the dumbest kid in the world. Watch while I prove it to you.' The barber puts a dollar bill in one hand and two shiny quarters in the other, then calls the boy over and asks, 'Which do you want, son?'

The boy counts on his fingers and takes the quarters instead of the dollar. 'What did I tell you?' said the barber. 'That kid never learns!'

Later, when the customer leaves, he sees the same young boy coming out of the ice cream shop and says ; 'Hey, son! May I ask you a question? Why did you take the quarters instead of the dollar bill?'

The boy licked his cone and replied, 'Because the day I take the dollar, the game's over!'
 
Becky prepared a pasta dish for a dinner party she was giving. In her haste, however, she forgot to refrigerate the spaghetti sauce, and it sat on the counter all day. She was worried about spoilage, but it was too late to cook up another batch.

She called the local Poison Control Center and voiced her concern. They advised Becky to boil the sauce again.

That night, the phone rang during dinner, and one of the guests volunteered to answer it. Becky’s face dropped as the guest called out, “It’s the Poison Control Center. They want to know how the spaghetti sauce turned out.”
 
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